Es tu cumpleaños.

Vamos a la fiesta.

Como si fuera tu cumpleaños.

Tomaremos un sorbode Bacardi.

Como si fuera tu cumpleaños.

No nos importa una mierda.

Porque es tu cumpleaños.

De nada. (You’re welcome.)

I’d say this is how I spend my time during the pandemic, but, if you’re reading this, you probably have known me long enough to know better.

I wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight until I did that.

Because of the way my brain does things.

Yesterday wasn’t super busy.

I had a handful of things all spaced out through the day.

Just enough stuff to keep me from properly napping.

That and children…

I immediately regretted eating all those leftover tacos.

Seriously.

I was seasick after all the attempts to get that shot.

But, I have to say, it was worth it.

Look at how friggin’ cute they are.

Today is Thursday.

And it will be jam-packed with crazy shit.

And if it turns out not to be, it’ll be jam-packed with comics and coffee.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC