Well You Can Tell Bobby Drake That He Can Come Right Over.


February 6, 2022 by sandwichcontrol

And clean this fucking mess up.

The website was down all day yesterday.

I’m sure it’s working again because Taco Planet worked his electron magic.

He has my deepest thanks.

Yesterday’s theme was: prediction.


Not bad what a close-up of a snowglobe in low lighting can do, right?

My prediction for the day was this: I’m gonna be sore as fuck.

I shovelled a lot of ice off the driveway Friday.

I’ve been slacking off in the workout department and that shit was definitely a workout.

And then I slipped as I was walking down the driveway.

I landed right on my ass and slid for like five feet.

I’m sure that is going to make my lower back, which was already protesting loudly after have been made to shovel ice for four hours, feel even better.

If I have a huge bruise on my ass I’ll post a photo on social media for you.

I did make it out to my studio on Friday, though.

Just long enough to turn the heater off again.

I was seriously wiped the fuck out by like 6pm.

I made myself stay up a little later than that, but I did crash early.

Not a lot on the agenda for yesterday.

I went to work for a little bit.

Two days stuck at home and things were starting to pile up.

Today’s theme is: confine.


That’s my serial killer alphabet coloring book.

It’s a lot.

I’m hoping to rest the remainder of today.

Back to workouts on Monday.

See ya’ then.

More soon. ~SC


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