Yeah, I totally thought it was Monday as I was snoozing the alarm this morning. It wasn’t until the pounding on my door began, that I realized my error and that it was in fact Thursday. And it just so happened to be the Thursday that I am supposed to go to the bank for Jesus. Awesome.

Grabbed clothes, got in car. Off we go. Who are you people?

I am finally getting enough blood into my coffee stream to function like a human being again. And where did this case of Mountain Dew come from?

Yesterday was Independence Day and a colony of Gram-negative bacteria decided to celebrate by lysing the epithelial cells that lined my intestines. So, I peed, what smelled like hair perm solution, out of my butt all day. And somehow thought it would be a good idea to eat beer-soaked bratwursts covered in chili and Mustabarbaranch for dinner.

Perhaps my attempts at placating my crazy brain by watching Archer was permanently damaged my thought process. Or maybe it’s the lack of coffee. Archer, you say?

Yeah, I’ve pretty much burned through the three season of that show in the past two days. Hooray for not dealing with your psychosis!

Also, this:

Ridiculous. More soon. ~SC