One Straw.


March 4, 2015 by sandwichcontrol

In Her Root Beer.

For two days in a row, I’ve been wiped out by bedtime. Oddly enough, I still have trouble falling asleep.

Yesterday was non-stop from 6:30am until 8pm.

Workout was a fresh new hell called “Upper Body Tuesday”. My shoulders were tired before I finished the warm-up.

Then, I went to the doctor and pitched her my hypothesis concerning my recent fatigue issues. She told me that it was a sound hypothesis and to commence my experiment at my leisure. This pleased me on so many levels.

Then she, or rather her phlebotomist, took my blood. Took it right out of me. Three phials worth. And then they ran a (metric, not U.S. standard) crapload of tests on it. The normal bloodwork stuff, but they also are doing a full allergy workup, too.

After the doc, I went grocery shopping because my kitchen was looking a little post-apocalyptic raided. No more!

Then, I went to work for a bit. Mostly, I bought beer.

After my beer run, I headed to my studio to layout a poster I’m working on for J-Bird. I’m hoping that the weather will turn shitty today so I can go proof it.

Then, it was back to work to pick up the kiddo and tutor him about what happens when warm air hits cold air. We role played it. His face was playing the part of the cold air and my fist was playing the warm air.

After that, I headed to the Forge to run a workout for the kids (and by kids, I mean adults). I ran into Maser and Conor Goes Boom as they were wrapping up their rainy day of painting the new mural outside the Forge.

Then, I made other people do “Upper Body Tuesday”.

My day was finally over at this point.

Now it was time for me to swing by storage and grab my trusty old record player. Jackie the Mick loaned me a receiver and speakers, so after all of the other stuff was over, I came home cleaned the old girl off and got to relax for a second before I had to shut down the house for the night. I welcomed her home by listening to the copy of “Blue Valentine” that Prince Jazzbo got me for my birthday (I think?) one year.

I also came home to my new business cards waiting for me in the mailbox.

Busines Cards


Pretty bitchin’, right?


No clue.

Wish me luck.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC

1 comment »

  1. Jessica says:

    If by loaned you mean “Mrs. Jackie said don’t every bring that thing back to her house ever.”

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