that is not a real word. do not use it in public or people will make fun you, and i will not do very much to discourage them.
my psyche is a treacherous, twisty series of tubes, and i find the most crushingly sad aspects of life to be among the funniest. it is probably a defense mechanism. i am probably terrified right now and i do not even know it; i am distracted by this ’sir isaac lime’ otter pop.
it is tuesday. i am going to call it ‘bluesday’ because it fits with the comic, but do not feel pressured to follow suit. yesterday i meant to spend a lot of time really hammering away at future comic updates and the robot thing, but it just sort of slipped away. i went to target to get some racquetballs and a first aid kit, and when i came out it was nighttime, pretty much. i hate when i have a lot to do, and at first it seems doable, but then the time just falls through some unseen cracks in the cosmic floor. what i am getting at is, if you are the one who took six hours of my day yesterday, now’s your chance to give it back, no questions asked.
okay, well, whatever. i hope your tuesday kicks asses, but only ones that deserve it.
-jared
Woah. Sounds like something I’d say. The alt text just adds to that.
Yesterday wasn’t all that bad for me. Wasn’t much to do. I am just so glad Housecleaning Week is over, even if the work itself isn’t. Now there is a much less rigorous schedule to keep.
it is interesting to notice which people relate to a comic and which people tell me it is too sad. ‘housecleaning week’ sounds like a celebration i am glad i did not take part in!