Well, that bodes well...

The word of the day is "unpracticed"!

My asthma has mostly cleared up, as always, and I am once again forced to admit that not all of you are shitstains.

It's zombiebrick's birthday! He's one quarter of one hundred years old! Make sure you remind him not to die soon :P

And now, breakfast, before my gruelling five hour thursday shift of sitting in an office sketching and twiddling my thumbs. My life's so hard. Maybe I should form Coldplay.