January 17, 2015 by sandwichcontrol
And panic attack pasties.
Yesterday was intense. It was the culmination of a stressful week. My day begin at 1am when I woke up to the sound of Kingston puking somewhere in the house. Bleary eyed and half awake, I stumbled through the house looking for him and stepped right in it. Looking back, I don’t think it was the fresh puke that I stepped in. It was cold. Must have been from earlier.
He proceeded to wake me up every few hours with his weird puke song. That is, until my alarm went off at 5:30am.
The Blacksmith was still recovering from his fight with whatever microbe detonated an explosive in his abdomen, so I ran workout. We did the Capt. America workout. So many pushups. I did at least 60. In addition to all of the other stuff we had to do. I wanted to die. But, alas, I was just frozen and then thawed to discover all my friends were old or dead and computers were now small enough to fit in trouser pockets.
After workout, and breakfast, I settled in to level up Larry Jenkins and to compile the massive list of loot from the quest into the Dwarves’s basement. I then ran a few errands, did a bit of work, had a mild panic attack for no reason, and caught up on this week’s stories.
Today we are heading down to see my Papa who is recovering from having his knees rebuilt. Why would a man of his age suffer through total knee rebuilds? So he can go play golf, of course. Of course. Golf course. No? Oh, well.
Wanna know what brilliant thing Marvel has done now?
They’ve given a nod (or two actually) out to Run the Jewels. Check out the new Howard the Duck and Deadpool covers:
Yeah. So many awesome things smashed into a far smaller number of things. Took the edge right off of things. Well, that and my drugs. Cat drugs. They turn me into a kitty. Meow.
I’m off to workout before we hit the road. When I get back, Larry Jenkins is gonna punch something in its mouth.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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