The Obscure

I'm bored and feel guilty about not updating for a while. I don't know why I would feel guilty, but for some reason I do.
I took a Seroquel last night--well, I took half of one. I wanted to be able to go to sleep quickly but I guess my body just doesn't respond well to that stuff, so I've spent all day being really wacky and drowsy. I slept for two hours on my living room couch and now I am really wired.
Feh. What know I from mind-altering substances?

I almost got my scanner working earlier, I was so excited. It was in the middle of the cursory "preview" scan, and then suddenly this red light came on and it failed. Said, "Scanner failed to respond" or some other bullshit.
I tried it again several times, to no avail, I guess I was just not meant to scan.
Maybe I'll use Taylor's accursed scanner to try and get some comics done. He just got his new scanner/printer/fax/juicer/hercules machine today.

I'm sick of the status quo, someone needs to drop a nuke somewhere and shake things up.
I don't care what anyone says, I think that would be just dandy. I wouldn't even mind if it was on me. If they walked me out into the desert with a blindfold on, and dropped a nuke directly on my head, it would be fine, because then at least the world would be exciting for the people I'd leave behind.
And if I was lucky (and the laws of physics were suspended briefly) the nuclear energy would be absorbed by my body and I'd become ULTRA-MAN! Defender of Hispanic Freedom and User of Mass Quantities of Orange-Clean.
Ultra-Man is actually an inner-city butler.

You better head back to Tennessee, Jed.

So, I have decided that acne, for me, is a thing of the past! That's right, folks! My skin is all but flawless now, cause of the "neutrogena nighttime pore clarifying gel".
Call me Quee' if you wanna, but you didn't have to spend as much of your life covered in the horrible red abrasions as I did, so you wouldn't know. Man I love that Gel.

The lil' squeetle has passed away, my friends. Today, we mourn the death of Lauren Doherty's guinea pig. She lead a long and fruitful life, may she Rest in Peace.
Now there is only one squeetle left. I am the last of my breed.
I will always look fondly on the days when I could sit next to her cage and say freely, "I'm a squeetle, too!"
But now, it will forevermore be, "I'm a squeetle." For there is no other.

I must away, for dawn has broken, and without cover I shall be post-mortem, post-haste!