I’ve had two very weird days.
Nothing actually happened. I didn’t wake up on…Thursday, was it? Go with Thursday. I didn’t wake up on Thursday to find my house full of alien clowns that were also ghosts, who then took me on a magical adventure to a land where everything is delicious and glittery, and there are also very fat unicorns.
If you’d like to pretend that’s what happened, you can just ignore the rest of this post.
I was going to do a post about something else, but it’s going to take a while. There’s going to be images — might even be stuff I drew.
But I’m not.
I’m also not doing any of the other post ideas I have lined up.
Instead, I’m procrastinating. And I’m posting about it.
I’m not dead. I’m sure that disappoints a few people, but I’m like that. I just haven’t had anything worth posting about. But, hey, $.78 spent a few months ago solved that.