Achy-Breaky-Sacroiliacky...
Sorry
for the simple, and simple-minded, 'toon but Big Progressive
Daddy Monkey is suffering a severe
attack of socialist-fascist back spasms. It's not as
though I'm being eaten by tigers but such maladies
have a way of
making
everything
seem a whole lot less
amusing.
BTW, 2013 marks the beginning of Raging Pencils's
eighth year in existence. Thank you all for coming
along for the ride.
See ya Monday!
Update 1-5-13: Went to bed Friday
night ready to toss myself under a train. Woke up Saturday
morning
after
a 10-hour sleep feeling as close to normal as I ever
have. It's possible I'm now a pod-person. If that is
indeed the price I have to pay, then so be it.
=Lefty=
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