I was totally planning to write a story about some guy having a really bad Leap Day, but then I overslept (something like TWELVE HOURS!) and I now have no reason to do that story anymore for Four Years. And by then we’ll be up to our armpits in apocalypses. Oh well, someday I’ll write something about someone who missed out on Leap Day and regrets it.

Sometimes I wake up with blood on my lips. There’s this one spot on my upper lip that, when it dries out overnight, sometimes it bleeds, I guess. It did thus last night and when I looked in the mirror there was this ring of dried blood on my mouth and I realized that, when the vampires inevitably come, the angry mob will probably descend on me pretty quickly. Especially when my nocturnal lifestyle is taken into account.

Another reason for me to dislike the Wintertime: I just had to wait over two hours for my cab home from work. From WORK. The place I least want to spend time. You see? This snow stuff is an idiot.

Now I go to sleep.

I remember this one time I woke up with my eyes all purple and swollen like I’d been punched in the face in my sleep. That was neat.

Anyway, I can’t really claim to have done much this weekend, but I guess that’s no real surprise. I’d love to get writing or something, but I have lost the motivation and won’t get it back until I’ve slain a dragon or something. In lieu of that, here’s a stupid drawing:

I finished my trial of the Online Star Wars. I enjoyed it such that if it were free I would keep playing, but I ain’t gonna pay.

If I had arisen from bed in time today I would have gone grocery shopping, but I didn’t. I rarely go “grocery shopping” for real, instead opting to just buy enough for the one meal at hand. But today I would have gone and bought a bunch of stuff. It’s a moot point now though. Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow. But then it’s also a possibility I will be eaten by a giant wolf, so who knows? The future is so unpredictable.

I realized yesterday that I have forgotten the rules to Heads Up Seven Up. My entire education has been wasted.

Apart from this, I haven’t got a whole lot going on to speak about. I’ll be at work an hour and a half from now and I’ll think of something cool to say and then about twelve hours from now I’ll be home and will have forgotten it. That is all.