Because there’s nothing quite like throwing up mayonnaise whilst you’re tripping balls.

Yesterday got weird.

Like cut on the forehead by a tree with inch long thorns weird.

Like picking five super tiny super ticks off of you after they’ve already crawled through the field of poisons you hosed yourself down with weird.

Like brewing coffee in a pickle jar weird.

But not psychedelic tuna salad weird.

Although I did have tuna salad. With eggs…

Thursday, May 10

It was a weird day.

Today is looking to be a another busy one.

I’m about to do another double workout, eat breakfast, shower, and then meet the Blacksmith for coffee.

Our first post-Infinity War coffee meeting.

Then it’s off to work.

Hopefully that’ll involve me murdering the ever-loving-shit out of some ants. If not today, then they’ll have a bad case of the Mondays.

There’s also something really important I need to do and I can’t think of it right now.

It probably has something to do with Jitterbug and her birthday tomorrow.

I’m sure I’ll think of it.

Tomorrow is gonna be another busy day. Birthday run with Jitterbug. Then early Mother’s Day lunch with Word to Me.

And then my date with ALL the comics.

All right, I’d better get busy before I talk myself out of working out.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC