Me: Sherlock, can I sit there? Sherlock: No Me: Move S: No Me: Get out of the chair S: No -I attempt to move the dog and he turns into dead weight and increases the gravity around him. I eventually get his fat rump out of my chair and sit down....
I realize this art isn't mine, but the photo is. As a nervous person who deals with anxiety, it seems to me that not to worry is to be dead. There's my deep, meaningful interpretation of this pretty bad ass piece of art I found on...
Deep in the bowles of my office I found this little gem. Someone got into the spirit of "Future Day" recently....
I’m just now getting in to the editing process and finding it delightful in the sense that this thing I wrote is getting better. I tend to write in flurries, moving fast and then letting it sit, which means I can sometimes forget little things...
"Hey Sherlock, can I sit on the couch?" "No." "But if you scoot over just a bit...