Oh, and knives. Don’t forget the knives.

I had planned on spending yesterday reading in my hammock. And I did spend about thirty seconds doing that. Then, I got up and got to work. Too much sitting around lately.

So, I got back to work on getting the print shop up and running. After a bunch of cleaning and organizing, I finally got the wall organizers up and the computer moved into there. The other computer. I also went shopping for supplies. I got rags, and mineral spirits, and baby oil, and squeezy bottles, and funnels, and knives. Big fuck-off shiny ones.

During my shopping trip, I learned that I was quite foolish to think that I could find a portable heater at Walmart* during a snow storm. Silly rabbit. When I asked the guy at the store where they were located, he kind of scoffed as he told me that they had sold out. Well, excuse me for assuming that the world’s largest retailer, who is well known for profiting from inclement weather, would have heaters during winter. Dick.

I’m sure I got other stuff too on my shopping trip, I just can’t think of it at the moment. Why? Because West Brom is down 1-3 against Crystal Palace. So, I’m busy screaming at my monitor. Boing Boing Baggies! Kick the ever-loving shit out of them!!!

In other news, I’m praying to Batman that the roads melt enough for me to get out of my house. There is so much to do in the world today. There is errand running with Teacher Sis that needs to happen, there’s delicious Vietnamese food for good luck, there’s roller derby, and then a trip back to the real world at Praetoria tonight. LAAAARRRRRYYYY JEEENNNNKKKKKIIINNNSSS!!!

Ok, I’m going back to yelling at the screen. Stay warm Ponyboy.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC