And gimme a hotdog.

Being off work is dumb.

I have nothing to distract me from my headaches.

I mean I guess I could’ve mucked out a room in one of the buildings up here in the sweltering heat, but I figured that would’ve just made my grumpiness worse.

I even tried to for real take a nap…

But that only made things worse.

Every time I was about to nod off something would happen in the house to wake me back up.

I finally just resigned myself into having a headache and being in a shitty mood.

And we watched Hamilton.

It was really excellent.

Today I’m starting off with a run.

And then I have no fucking idea what I’m doing the rest of the day.

Hopefully it’s very little.

I didn’t get much comic time in yesterday because the last thing I wanted to do was trying an concentrate on a screen when I was irrationally irritated by other people.

At least with Hamilton everyone else was staring at the same screen as me and not distracting my shitty attention span with the bleeps and bloops of their own screens.

So maybe comics.

Or maybe I’ll just an Ambien and sleep for the next 48 hours.

Who knows?

See ya’ on Monday.

More soon. ~SC