Yesterday was a stupid day. It rounded out a pretty stupid week. It was a week of doors closing and other doors opening if you want to be high school guidance counselor about it. Molly is gone. Sweet Bread left on Friday. G-Man left yesterday. Physics is over. There is only one thing for it.

Pastries. Lots and lots of pastries.

And so that it what I did. Teacher Sis and I filled up two boxes full of cookies, cupcakes, donuts, and various other pastries and proceeded to devour the lot. Well, all but two pieces that I got specifically for Pancake Land (a cookie shaped like a hippo and kitten cupcake). We were not alone in our pastry adventure, though. The arrival of two boxes of sweets into their house firmly cemented my status as “Best Uncle Ever” in the minds of Prop Ninja and Bubba Fett.

And then there was the sugar crash that followed.

That brings us up to now. I don’t really know what day it is. I’ve got to write three articles today to cover my bases whilst I am away. Oh, forgot to tell you. Le Duke and I are going to Baltimore next weekend. So, I’ve got to get my affairs in order before I leave. Hence the three articles. I am also beginning to round up stuff I need to take with me. Books and fake cigarette stuff mainly.And grocery shopping so that my darling doesn’t starve whilst I’m away.

Well, I need to poop. More soon. ~SC