Or something.

Man, Caturday is awesome. I slept for 9 hours. Well, really I was in bed for 9 hours. I refused to get up before 9am this morning. I was like a stubborn child refusing to do something despite all evidence that their refusal was completely unnecessary.

“Why aren’t you getting out of bed before 9?”

” ‘Cause I don’t wanna.”

Yesterday turned out to be a good day. Or at least a less frustrating one. I also got all sorts of goodies to brighten up my mood. The new Jack White LP arrived in the mail:

Look daddy, Angels.

The UPS man brought me the new Robert Gilbraith book:

Those things made me feel less like a timebomb and more like a deep fat fried baked potato with butter, sour cream, bacon, chives, a tiny bit of shredded sharp cheddar, and black pepper, on a stick.

As of right now, we are on to play Pathfinder tonight. I am so ready to murder some do-gooding hu-mahns and eat their man-flesh. I just hope one of them is an archer, because I am running a little low on arrows.

Other things today are lunch and laundry soap. So much of the laundry soap.

Tomorrow is a day of cleaning house and running errands. And kimchi. And soccer-futbol.

Yeah, I’m going to go do stuff now.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC