Next week surely something new and not craptacular!
When I was a kid I had a multi-notebook comic about what went on the the fridge behind closed doors. I called it "Left of Mustard". It was funny in a way that pretty much no one not me would appreciate. It's not your fault though, I was certifiable for a couple years there. Hah...was.
As I got older the fruit became more representational, which is really where the death of good fiction is, so ...these things. However, a few years ago again I revisited the anthropomorphic fruit shaped things and their many varied neuroses concept in an idea I had pitched that involved lots of MS-paint...That didn't go so well. One day I will find the originals and destroy them. In cleaning up my desk recently, however, I remembered that comic and remembered this image, so old that I didn't even count it in the queue. So I didn't have to toss up nothing this week. I also found lots of drawings of unemployed go-bots which I vaguely remember being fixated on for a few years around 2003.
Anyhow, back to work!
I got a great package in the mail so next week really will be awesome
...after I hit the stress apex.
These are the promises I make.
I know they don't sound the way I plan them to be.
But if you wait around a while, ...I'll do right.
I would probably never drink black coffee in bed.
Not unless I was actively trying to hurt myself. Or taking enough antacids anyway. Which sometimes I am, so these things.