Extreme cabin fever (sadly, sans Rider Strong) has been setting in here lately, and if I didn’t have a ton of work to do, I’d probably either “get a job” (haw haw!) or claw at my walls all day.
Meanwhile, people are shooting other people for PS3s to put on eBay (because they’re sure as hell not stealing them to play) and fake news stories chronicle cats fucking dogs and having doggish cat babies. Though I probably won’t get one for quite a while, I’m contemplating going out tomorrow morning and punching kids in the face for their Wii. Then I can take it downtown and wait for the first gangly hobo to say, “I’ll suck yo’ dick.”
The fact that I would be holding a game console is pretty much the only thing that makes that scenario different than any other day of my week.