I for one question my own wisdom frequently. I ask questions like “Why do I have so much wisdom?” and “How do I know so much about everything ever?”. But I already know the answers to these questions. It’s because I’m so wise you see.

One time I was depressed because I was home alone on a Friday night. I started to cook a steak for dinner. Then I realized that people often cook a steak to celebrate anything. Not actually having anything to celebrate I instead decided to celebrate the fact that I was doing something that could be construed as celebratory.

So I started a close to two-week vacation today with minimal plans. Day one and I’m remember that having infinite possibilities paralyze me. And apparently it causes me to write like shit as well ha ha.

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The following was drawn by a friend when Marsha insisted on having her use a drawing tablet for the first time. Marsha seems to be forcing a lot of people to draw her bees these days. I mean, whoo less work for me and stuff but I’m starting to become concerned.