Slept wonderfully last night, Newton was a little beast though, knocked over a bag of hay I found in the closet from my old scarecrow costume a few years back. he's having a good time, but it's going to be messy to pick up.
Work goes slow, but steady... so much so that I've not had much time to write. I think I'll have to focus on a good short story on the weekend, just to keep my hands in.
Remembering a quote from an old Thor comic..."Fatherless son of a She-Dog!"
I suppose that's asgardian shakespeare for bastard, SOB. I often wondered why scandinavian gods in marvel comics talked like they were english nobility. ::shrug::
I could use some purple throat-potion... but I think I'll have to settle for the detritus that's served at the local vending machines. Apple Juice in a can! woo hoo! hmm.. after that exclamation, I think I'll opt for Yoohoo!
It's like chocolate milk, but it never goes bad. Better living through radiation.