Now That It’s the Twenties Again.

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January 30, 2020 by sandwichcontrol

Criminals can start wearing flat caps again.

Yesterday was misty.

Well, the first half was anyway.

It cleared up later and I was able to finally go for a walk outside again.

Which was a big win.

Trying to get your steps in inside without a gym membership means you’re either wandering around stores like a shoplifter trying to be nonchalant or your making laps in your kitchen/dining room like an insane person.

I’ve only gone to the mall once to get my steps in.

I still walk too fast for the mall.

I end up lapping the other mall-walkers and they don’t take kindly to that.

There’s like some sort of mall-walking, mahjong-playing gang turf war shit happening there and I want no part of it.

I have way to much on my plate right now to take on that kind of responsibility.

I only checked 8 of the 25 books that I’m allowed to from the library because I don’t need that kinda pressure in my life.

Can I read 25 trades/graphic novels in the next two weeks?

Definitely.

Do I wanna do it under the pressure of a deadline?

Fuck no.

Where’s the fun in that?

It sounds exhausting…

January 30, 2020

The couch smells like GooGoo.

And she smells like a burning dumpster full of assholes that someone tried to extinguish by drowning it with swamp mud.

I’d keep talking to you, but I just looked at the clock and realized I’ve got go meet the Blacksmith for coffee.

I won some hologram stickers from Sticker Mule and I got the logo he designed for the Year of Naps.

I’m taking him a stack and the rest are up for grabs.

Yell if you want a couple.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC


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