Title: 2040

Thursday, Jul 24, 2008

July 2008


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Title: 2040

July 24, 2008
12:01 AM

Today was, beyond any shadow of a doubt, the worst day ever. It was a day-long massive, giant, exposition of fail, shrouded with lose on every side. I don’t want to give it all away, because one good thing about shitty days is that they make excellent comic material, but the people currently on my shit-list are the hotel I was supposed to be staying at, the travel agent that booked said hotel, UPS, and the city of San Diego. I may add more before the week is up.

However, between that and the pounding toothache I have, I cannot even begin to comick today. Tomorrow will be better. It HAS to be.