A vision from, what I can only assume is, a higher power informing me that I am the Chosen One. The weapon by which the world will be purged of the plague called humanity.

A decoder ring that is also a whistle.

And other things found at the bottom of a box of cereal.

I’d like to begin this morning by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Manny the Handler and to Deinonychus. Send them well wishes today as well. Well.

Well, well, well.

It’s Thursday.

Wednesday turned out to be less of kick in the scrotche than I expected.

I kicked a lot of ass early on.

Then I went up the hill and kicked some more ass.

I came back to town to find that I had done all of my work.

Then something came up at the last minute and Lightning Blackwood postponed going to the movies.

I’ve got a 5k coming up this weekend so I trimmed my toenails. And stared at how weird my toes look…

Wednesday, May 30

Then I sat on my butt and read comics until it was time to run.

I showered and crashed hard after that.

Today is a normal Thursday.

Or it’s supposed to be.

Unless I’ve forgotten something crazy and extra that is supposed to happen.

Which is very likely.

I really need to win the lottery so I can hire an assistant to keep up with all of this stuff.

Siri is alright, but usually she just says something like “Here’s what I found on the internet about keeping organized.”

Thanks Siri.

“You’re welcome, Mister Prime Minister.”

Right.

I’m going to now dive head first into the crazy.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC

(Chosen One out.)