Hey, man. Don’t make her get the wrench.

So my co-creatatrix is out of town visiting family. As a result, I’m am entirely too lovesick and forlorn to properly write a joke here. Instead, I must sit by my window and pine. Or… opine? Fuck, I forget which. Both, maybe?

Eh, look, whichever one means “get tanked and let the house go to pot,” that’s the one I’m busy doing. Out of, like, love and stuff. Not laziness. Love.