It feels like a long time since I last posted a Horrible. I have been busily doodling away. I now have a nice stockpile in my back pocket, which decreases my anxiety and leaves me a much happier person.

I'm not sure what inspired this particular Horrible, but I'm sure it was some sort of presentations where somebody was talking at me for an inexplicably long time. I've said this before, but I'll say it again: when I'm bored, I really do cry. Doolies has witnessed this behavior. It is not a good sad cry, but an uncontrollable leakage of water from my eyes. It leaves none of the redness or soreness that remains after a real cry.

The week has taken a turn for the worse, as I woke up to a torrential rainstorm, which made my morning dog routine more difficult. I planned to post a bit of writing over the past few days, but haven’t gotten around to it. Don’t worry, thinking of the stuff I’ve written, you’re not missing much. It’s the usual inane musings about weather, dearth of writing, and aspirations to be a bigger, better David ala NEQID.

Chuck e-mailed me to claim that he was busily thinking of planning to work on my Pong serve. I don’t remember the story topic, but knowing my interests, I’m sure it’s excruciatingly painful.