I’m going to cut open his head.

And eat his brain.

Happy Hamburger Day!

Cod. That burger was so good.

It was just what the doctor ordered.

Yesterday was a good day.

I got a good chunk of me time first thing in the morning.

I put my headphones in, listened to some David Sedaris, and murdered the fuck out of some privet in my yard.

I also cleaned up my kitchen, organized my comics, and played games on my phone.

Then people came home and I went to work for a bit.

After work, I fired up the grill and ate the shit out of all-beef-franks-two-fiddy.

Then we made a ceremonial fire in the firepit and burned the tiki that Dave carved a million years ago when he was trying to quit smoking.

An era is coming to a close at the end of this week.

Taco Planet is moving out and the basement will be the kids’ living room and bedroom for Mr. Boobodie.

The first time children have dwelled in the basement in a long time.

I mean actual children.

Not just the man-boys that my friends and I used to be.

I have a lot of feelings about all this, but I’ve yet to fully digest them. I’ll get back to you once the indigestion wears off.

I will say this though, if I had known that the tiki would burn so weirdly and so beautifully, I would’ve burned it a long time ago.

Now it is Tuesday.

Half the town is underwater.

And the water is still rising.

And it’s supposed to rain four inches tomorrow.

It’s all so insane.

It doesn’t feel real.

It is going to be the longest short week of my life.

I had better get to work.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC