Sans Hands DiCaprio.


January 17, 2018 by sandwichcontrol

And the Ditch-dragged Knightleys.



I had really bad farts.

Like exceptionally bad.

Oh, and I kicked the ever-loving shit out of the day.

I spun so many plates and put out so many fires.

I’m guessing this week heard, falsely, that we weren’t having a Monday because of the holiday. So it made yesterday nuts.

I had to have a little sit and recover time by the end of the night. Nothing that Aladdin couldn’t take care of…

Tuesday, January 16

But seriously.

I dealt with the moving of a coffee shop in the midst of a mayoral campaign party, dealt with a busted water line in the freezing cold, shuffled people and cars around, and wrecked an order of super nachos whilst watching the two newest episodes of Star Trek: Discovery.

All after my check-up.

And you wonder why my doctor keeps giving me more drugs.

(It’s because drugs are amazing.)

Speaking of amazing, it’s new comic book day!

I’m going up the hill briefly for work. Then, I’ll probably spend the rest of the day working with Lightning Blackwood on her house stuff.

I’m going to go do push-ups now.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC

1 comment »

  1. Dave says:

    “Time”. Gimme my muthafuckin skull biatch

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