okay…this shit is getting old. when i come into work, i expect to be able to sit at my desk. not some ghetto-ass disk with a fucked up mouse and some jacked ass phone that doesn't even let you know when you're getting a call. i call bullshit, shenanigans and foul. maybe i should just get a job laying tile or some shit.

kevin and the gang were supposed to get back from japan, last night, but i haven't heard from any of them. they must have gone into hiding, or something. probably jetlagged out of their minds. we'll see when they finally emerge, i guess.

i didn't do anything, last night. i hung out with brooksie for a few minutes, cooked a gardenburger on the foreman grill and then sat around reading until i went to bed. i tell you what…i lead the most exciting life known to man.

blaine said he finally got his power back at about 7pm last night. that means his power was out for a full seven days. a goddamn week. and he lives right down the street, in the middle of the fucking city. that's crazytalk, man. crazytalk.

another shitty thing about my new schedule is that i can't even get to the comic shop until saturday. no more picking up comics on wednesdays…that's crap! i really need to find a schedule that gets off earlier than this, or i'll go insane.

is anyone out there going to the san diego comicon? anyone? does anyone actually read this fucking thing?