At the Ludacris School of Poetry.

I’d like to begin this morning by wishing a very Happy Birthday to That Cherry Girl. Be sure to wish her one as well.

Also, Happy Gay Uncle’s Day!

That was my gay uncle on the left.

He dead.

I have no idea why he was wearing scrubs in that photo.

He wasn’t a doctor or a nurse.

He was a hairdresser.

He was probably wearing them because they are so comfy.

I can’t fault him for that.

I’ve considered wearing scrubs all the time before.

I still think about doing it sometimes.

Jitterbug says I can do it only if I walk around singing the TLC song all the time.

You know the one.

Yesterday was pretty chill.

I didn’t do too much.

And it’s a good thing. Because I was super nauseated all day.

I did read a bunch of comics though.

Then I called it an early night because having to sit outside for Aldis’s baseball skirmish took a lot out of me.

And I had a headache.

Probably from dehydration. From sweating so much.

Today is going to also be a chill out day.

As literally as I can make it.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC