My head is spinning.

And it’s you, Buspirone, that’s make it spin. I’m so dizzy.

Give it an hour. And I’ll be fine. It’s just going to be a long hour.

On a more exciting note, I woke up with this in my head. It’s gonna be that kind of day.

Also, If you haven’t noticed, I finally got around to adding the Sticker Doodle page. Check it out when you have a chance. I just added another drawing that I got from Becky English. Just now. Go. Look at it.

Yesterday, I spent most of the day in the real world. I worked on Larry Jenkins for something like 5 hours. Needless to say, he is more badass than he was yesterday morning. And it only goes up from here.

Speaking of real world, I will get to test out Larry’s new stuff tonight at Praetoria. I’m so ready.

In all actuality, I did some other stuff yesterday as well. Grown-up, mundane world, stuff. I renewed my driver’s license. I paid some bills. I cleaned up the kitchen. I ate super nachos. Mmm. . . super nachos.

Another productive day here on Holliday Island.

Also, the Baroness Ida von Blitzenstein sent me this article about a letter that a 17-year-old Neil deGrasse Tyson wrote to Carl Sagan. In the article there’s a video that made me pop a science boner. So, I just had to share it with you. The video, that is. Not the boner.

Didn’t that just give you the tickles in your no-nos? Yeah, me too. Also, this:

Today is a day of trying not to fall down. And then, hopefully, punching the ever-loving-shit of some Azlanti goons until the fine paste that is their remains is nothing but a permanent stain on the floor of their Senate. I’m ready. And so are my fists.

Tomorrow is a day of football. West Brom faces off against Liverpool really stupid early in the morning. Wait. What did you think I was talking about? American football?! Don’t be silly.

Anywho, that’s all I’ve got for you today.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC