Ok people, here's the deal. I'm busy. And I'm tired. I'm so tired that I can't sleep. I feel bloated, most of my appendages are at risk of collapse, and I'm pretty sure there's a pus volcano forming near my left nostril. It could possibly just be that time of the month. Or year.
Does someone have a doll wearing dark rimmed glasses and lots of tiny needles nearby? If so, KNOCK IT OFF.
Regardless, since I'm not quite dead yet, here's 12 photos because it's the 12th of the month:
07:28:34 - A Few Minutes Until Departure
Which means there's plenty of time to build the ship.
07:29:47 - Shlincky
07:41:10 - Fridge Mantra: SLUG DIB
08:10:21 - No Left Turn
At this precise moment Sara Palin was being overanalyzed on the radio, making several people gloat with hysterical glee and several other people break out in hives (and reach for the rash cream).
08:24:18 - Treasure Box
Breakfast don't gotta be complicated.
08:25:13 - Hoop Daze
Waiting for my acai smoothy with the morning crowd of two at Jamba Juice. No worries, bud. I can't hula hoop either.
08:51:02 - My Desk, My Life.
14:37:48 - The Walker
Salvaged detail of a cardboard mural.
16:48:57 - SMOKED
I finally finish eating lunch around 4:30. I also find myself putting hot sauce on almost everything I can get away with now. I'm not sure but I think it makes me southern? Or old?
20:15:29 - The Last To Leave
It's true. I work too late.
21:10:52 - Full House
Bookshelf at home, desk at work, it doesn't matter. I come home stare at these intending to become cultured, or at least briefly entertained, and then go to bed in defeat.
This road is much busier than I ever imagined it would be. Don't let your dogs or children out without a leash.
Bonus Photo - Homemade Droids
Their names are Beetle and Harley. They are looking for Emeralds. Their captain is Captain Roboto. Their ship is shy and is always hiding under things. I didn't make any of this up. A monkey told me so.
See the rest of the world in play at Chad Darnell's 12 of 12.