So here I am, sitting at work at 3:56am wondering why I volunteer to work the midnight shift. I feel sh!tty, I probably look worse. I don't really get anything out of it, other then catching up with folks(My new favorite word, btw) I don't get to see too often.
I've had three coffees, 2 cookies and 2 plates of Chicken chop suey since I woke up. My stomach feels like it's got some kind of strange restless animal rummaging through it.
So yeah, not much to say, just saying it.
PS: New Comic of the Week Monday afternoon sometime, tell your friends.
PSS: Hey Jules, look I still did it wrong. HAHAHAHAH!
PSSS: Goiter!(no one will get that, and I like it that way)