Sometimes, 63 hours can be a long time.
Like “Oh, hey. Babysit this cow for 63 hours.”
Or “Listen to Adele for 63 hours.”
But usually, 63 hours is impossibly short.
Oh, hi.
This is what it looks like when I am scrambling.
In my defense, Drew had foot surgery and couldn’t walk and needed me to bring him lots of water and sandwiches and sometimes sympathy. And this was a little time consuming, but also I had a lot of freelance work to do, which was actually awesome because I got to use the money to pay for sexy things like my power bill and the bread for the sandwiches.
Drew is getting better and went back to work and is currently wearing a $600 dollar space-boot-looking thing on his foot, which we only had to pay $50 dollars for because insurance companies are giving great discounts on space wear these days. But don’t tell NASA, because insurance companies and the space program both have enough problems on their hands right now. Also, I would like some astronaut ice cream, because adding “astronaut” to anything makes it instantly cooler, consider: astronaut accountant and astronaut pencil sharpener or astronaut bar fight.
Anyway, I am still working, trying to catch up, and I have a deadline today and I have to get back to work, but I did miss you, and I thought maybe you could use some more run-on sentences in your life.
And also maybe you need a vampire hamster:
Because they are super apologetic by nature and great in stressful situations.
My last assignment for the week is due by close of business today, and I will turn it in and then draw you some real pictures and post them here tomorrow. And then we will all be best friends.
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