Sugar Crashed
Who am I? Where am I? What day is it? What time is it?
Um... My name is Joseph Morris. I produce a self published comic called SDF that some people think is cool and lots of people think is repulsive. I'm about an hour away from going to work at my "real" job at the family sawmill. I'm in my parents basement on my parents computer because I can't afford one, in the armpit of Nowhere (aka, glorious Clay City, IL). I'm in the USA, which is still the greatest nation in the world, which is ironic, cause pretty much since our country's inception the nation's been run by the biggest pack of Psychopathic, Criminal Lunatics in history (hell, even Abraham Lincoln was a nuerotic who had chronic bouts of severe depression...). It is October 31 (true Halloween), 2005 (which is 5 years after every preacher and conspiracy theorist I ever listened said the world was gonna end...), on a Monday. It's 6:30am. On Saturday it would have been 7:30am.
Okay. We're cool. Sorry about that folks. I've always gotta reboot the systems in my brain after the Dreaded Time Change. Ugh. Spring forward, fall back, kiss my ass. Woke up at 5, fell back to sleep, had a really vivid dream, where, as usual, I was back in high school. Why that stupid ass place still haunts my dreams is beyond me. Maybe it's because I had a very retro weekend, spending a large chunk of the weekend hanging out at Ma and Pa's house watching Cartoon Network. I didn't pull my head out of my ass until Sunday night, but on the bright side, I got a lotta work done on Sunday. The last issue of SDF for the year is slowly nearing completion.
Um... My name is Joseph Morris. I produce a self published comic called SDF that some people think is cool and lots of people think is repulsive. I'm about an hour away from going to work at my "real" job at the family sawmill. I'm in my parents basement on my parents computer because I can't afford one, in the armpit of Nowhere (aka, glorious Clay City, IL). I'm in the USA, which is still the greatest nation in the world, which is ironic, cause pretty much since our country's inception the nation's been run by the biggest pack of Psychopathic, Criminal Lunatics in history (hell, even Abraham Lincoln was a nuerotic who had chronic bouts of severe depression...). It is October 31 (true Halloween), 2005 (which is 5 years after every preacher and conspiracy theorist I ever listened said the world was gonna end...), on a Monday. It's 6:30am. On Saturday it would have been 7:30am.
Okay. We're cool. Sorry about that folks. I've always gotta reboot the systems in my brain after the Dreaded Time Change. Ugh. Spring forward, fall back, kiss my ass. Woke up at 5, fell back to sleep, had a really vivid dream, where, as usual, I was back in high school. Why that stupid ass place still haunts my dreams is beyond me. Maybe it's because I had a very retro weekend, spending a large chunk of the weekend hanging out at Ma and Pa's house watching Cartoon Network. I didn't pull my head out of my ass until Sunday night, but on the bright side, I got a lotta work done on Sunday. The last issue of SDF for the year is slowly nearing completion.
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