flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I have some drawn, I swear, but I got busy last night re-ordering my Dad’s Hannukah present because I was reeeeally tired when I thought I placed the order a week and a half ago, and apparently not so much, and then Amazon lured me in with the promise of free shipping in exchange for buying more books, which is a pretty easy sell with me, and then I had to figure out WHICH books, and also movie, to fill out my cart. This is why I hardly ever order from Amazon — they feed my addiction far too well. I mean, if it’s a choice between spending $7 just on shipping, or getting more books. . .
“I’m saving you from yourself. Step away from Amazon.” — Sir Charlie McPoopypants