Alarm Clocks Are Kind of the Worst

The expression “sleeps like a log” doesn't really apply to me, because you can assume at one point the log was a tree, and trees are, well, alive. When I sleep, there's no real indication that I was ever alive, so an alarm clock destroying my unconscious bliss is a torture no one should have to experience, on a par with having your toenails ripped out. 
 

I Swear I'm Not Done Yet

I know it's only four minutes into Sunday so far, but I'm positive I won't be able to post today, cuz I live in the middle of Hicktown and have no wifi at home.  So. . . I will be moving post dates to Mondays when I can actually be near Internet.

Hopefully, I'll be able to adhere to this a little better during the summer, but I am dreadfully sorry if I can't.  Now laugh, because this is a humor blog and stuff.


Update:  Okay, screw that crap.  I'll post whenever I darn well feel like it, and if that means it's like once a month, I'm sorry, but I really cannot handle much more than that.  Cuz life sucks and all, you know. 

Okaybyefornow.

An Apology

Hey.  I know you're reading this, so don't pretend like you're not.

I'm very sorry for this, but I don't have an actual post for today.  I KNOW it's Sunday, and I KNOW that's when I'm supposed to post my major stories and whatnot.  I was having a bad week, and I just don't like writing when I'm sad.

So. . . hopefully next week I'll be able to ramble about something interesting for you.  Hopefully.

Thank you for your understanding.  While you're desperately waiting for a new work of Ursus-brand art, you can read some other posts or, here, look:  you can enjoy this kitten.

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