But it’s still a fucking Acura, dude.

What a strange weekend.

If only I had napped more.

Saturday, Teacher Sis and I headed to Tulsa to do a little homework on Bubba Fett’s hopefully soon-to-be apartment. Only to discover upon arriving at the apartment complex’s office that they are only open on the first Saturday of every month. Not every Saturday of the month.

Because they are made of bullshit.

So we made the most of the day.

We ate coneys at a spot near the apartment complex to do “research” for B.F.

I spent my birthday money on comics.

Duh.

And we went to Trader Joe’s.

After the “breakfast pizza” fiasco of Friday night and the Coney Depot experience for lunch on Saturday, I ate the biggest fucking salad you can imagine for dinner.

I also drank plenty of water…

Saturday, March 31

Sunday was April Fool’s Day.

It was also Easter in those countries that are not called Lippincottonia.

But the fool part was in full effect. Or should I say “fool effect”?

Being me has its benefits.

Anyway. The joke was on me because I woke up with a rocking headache.

I then spent the entire day wrestling with it.

I read some comics. I did some laundry.

Mostly I headached.

But on a brighter note, I never had to get out of my sweatpants.

I count that as a win.

I also spent some time reading an old book on bees that I found in this rad little science shop in Tulsa.

Which reminded me that I still needed to name my hives. Which I then did with the help of a few innernet searches and some random English mansion name generators…

Sunday, April 01

My hives are called: Hillcrest, Ambleside, and Pippins.

You can’t get much more English than that.

Why so English?

Because my bees are Buckfast bees.

Once I meet my queens, I’ll name them as well.

Hopefully they will be here on Wednesday.

Fingers crossed.

But today is Monday.

And I have much to do before then.

Starting with these fucking push-ups.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC