Napoleon Dolemite.


February 25, 2015 by sandwichcontrol

Yeah. Let that sink in.

I wanna wish a very Happy Birthday to Leon Sphinx this morning. Be sure to wish him one as well.

Yesterday was a day of discovery.

I think I’ve figured out why I’m so fatigued. Or at least a plausible hypothesis. And knowing, or at least suspecting, the cause, is enough to give me an idea for a plan of action. The tricky part is figuring out the plan of action.

It’s because of my pee.

And suddenly, all is right in the world again.

I had lots of good conversation yesterday.

I talked about working out. I talked about anxiety. I talked about merch. Lots of discoveries.

I felt well enough to go to my studio for a bit. I got the new postcards trimmed and stamped. I also photographed them and listed them on the store. Where you should go buy them.

I even went to work for a bit.

After work, I went by the Rev. Dark Wombat’s for dinner. Because I haven’t done that in a while.

And then to bed early. Well, early-ish.

Today is back at it. Work is picking up in preparation for the mural artists coming in next week. So, I get to actually work the rest of this week and most of next week. Add derby on Saturday, the arrival of Angie the Queen of Kings, workouts, and any attempt at studio time, and you can say goodbye to my free time for the next 10 days.

And then Dave gets here.

The good news is that I am going to finally be able to get my ravens.

Not like this little girl and her crows, though. They brought her all this stuff:


I kinda want her to be my daughter. Who wouldn’t want a Norse druid for a daughter?


I’m going now.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC


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