That’s a time stone, a power stone, shit gets crazy.

How is it already Friday?

Possible playlist titles for the weekend: “Songs to pick your nose to”, “Music to eat spicy ramen to”, “This is what it sounds like when doves watch you bleed out”, or “Help me I’ve locked myself in the bathroom again”.

Let’s just be real, whichever playlist is on at the time, there’s probably gonna be funky jazz bass and a vibraphone.

It’s just been that kind of week.

By my calculations I’ve been hanging out with a headache about 46% of the past five days.

Which usually resulted in me doing this traditional headache dance of my people…

It’s probably because the only book on Audible read by John Malkovich is “Breakfast of Champions” by Kurt Vonnegut.

And not the entire Vonnegut library.

Maybe I’ll make a pot roast for dinner.

Hopefully it won’t rain all weekend and I can start a fire.

After decorating everyone’s houses for Grismas, that is.

Or maybe I’ll just nap all weekend.

Hahahaha!

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC