Such as It is

So... I'm not going to bother trying to bring you dear readers (reader) up to speed by filling in the space between the point at which I stopped blogging and present day. Instead, we will focus on the today, because the today is here, and it's none too bad. Today, I'm typing to you from a coffee shop, though not my usual and dearly beloved house of caffeine and comings and goings (Coffee Cat). Instead, I sit and type to you from a refreshing new location. Looking down the line of laptops, and not a single MacBook in sight. A nice change of pace indeed. Mind you, it's not that I have any deep hatred for MacBooks or their users, but at my usual stomping grounds, you can usually see anywhere between six and fourteen MacBooks all lined up in a perfect, shiny, nice, neat little row. Admittedly, it sort of drives me fucking crazy. Today, looking down the row I see nothing but crusty old PC's, whirring and humming as though at any given moment, they might combust, engulfing me in a deafening explosion of fire, spinning shards of laptop, and charred remnants of bagel. The nice lady behind the counter gave me free espresso, so now I really really really want to type and say all sorts of wonderful things. She gave me two shots and I haven't had breakfast. I sorta miss the lovely creature, having her around is a comforting thing. I wrote a list of things I should do before Summer's end. None of these things I'm saying are really coherent. Whud. HAH. I'd type out this list for you, but I left the little notebook in which I'd written it in at Diego's house. I leave a lot of things at Diego's house. Wow. Let's see. Things of mine that are still at his house include a Captain America mask (now re-dubbed "Captain Afghanistan" due to a drunken adventure), a snow jacket, a toothbrush, some socks, a waffle iron, a jug of apple juice, a copy of Princess Mononoke, my backpack, all of my illustration pens, my writing notebook, a sweatshirt, and a mannequin arm named Sheila. I'm probably forgetting a few things too. Come to think of it, everyone sort of leaves stuff at Diego's. I think Chris has some headphones and a longbow there. It kind of makes sense though, considering we all live at his house for 2-3 days out of the week anyway. I like typing. I haven't done this in a while. I like it. I already said that. Huhbubhubhbbuhbuhbuh. I should write stories. I bought some acrylic paint and some nice watercolor paper. I still need a job. I've been looking for one all Summer. I need to stop typing, or at least try to do a better job of organizing my sentences so that they all sort of flow nicely instead of being mashed into a shapeless butchery of the English language. I've improved in drawing people. I'm getting better at drawing. It's nice. HOOFAH. I made another camp stove. I have absolutely no business typing right now. I'm just sort of rambling, but I must say, it feels incredibly nice.

                                               Kamikaze Dickpickle Sunday.

                              Have a nice day,
                                                      ~Alex