Now That It’s the Twenties Again.


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?


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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