My wife is on one of her British mystery program kicks again. This time, it’s Midsomer Murders. It does seem to me that there are an awful lot of murders in these sleepy English villages, do much so that I’m surprised there’s anyone left living in them at all.
I actually watched the last few minutes of a basketball game a week or two ago, and it happened to feature that Jeremy Lin guy everyone’s talking about. Looks like if he keeps practicing, he could go far. Maybe play for the NBA, even (y’know, for a team that isn’t the Knicks (I don’t pay attention to sports, and even I know the Knicks suck)).
So we heard on the radio this morning that George Washington University is having a serious outbreak of the Nora Virus. It’s not too terrible, though it sounds like it’s none too pleasant to deal with for the few days it’s in your system. My wife, of course, reacted by Lysoling her entire classroom. Heavily.
So she’ll probably be the first to get sick from this thing, according to the Law of Murphy.
So Monday, my doctor prescribed Adderall to me for my difficulties in focusing and organization. It’s been several years I’ve had these issues (ever since I got out of graduate school, really), and my childhood was filled with organizational catastrophes. College and graduate school were alright, but I was drinking a helluva lot of soda with plenty of caffeine back then.
Anyway, yesterday was my first day on the Adderall. It went…pretty much as you see above. I felt very focused and very alert all day yesterday (and today as well), and got a heck of a lot accomplished. Not only that, I felt more positive and patient, able to better-deal with all the ridiculousness that comes with teaching a bunch of kids with learning disabilities.
I hope it continues, honestly, though the drop off in the evening as the medication wears off is downright odd. Guess we’ll see what happens.
Happy Valentine’s Day, folks. It occurs to me that my characters are often not very nice. Earl, especially, is kind of a jerk.
An unfortunately true story.
Anyone who has ever been in a Wal-Mart during hunting season has seen this.
I get why hunters wear these things, and I’m sure the deer don’t have sophisticated-enough eyes or whatever to be able to tell that someone is wearing a highlighter-yellow vest over their camouflage, but I still find it funny that people put on camo and then cover it with something called a “high-visibility vest.” That seems counter-productive at best.
I totally screwed up the panel order in today’s comic. I have added helpful guide arrows to show you correct reading order.
Anyway, my sister-in-law is taking cake decorating classes, and as a result is baking a heckuva lot of cakes lately. Not that I mind, of course, but I am the primary cake eater in the house, which has led to some speculation…
I really do not like needles. At all. I would make a terrible heroin addict, ’cause I’d always be trying to find other ways to get the stuff into my system. Needles skeeve me the hell out.
Anyway, today I had to go to the doctor and get some blood drawn for routine labs. I have notoriously difficult to find veins: they’re deep, small, and tend to roll when a nurse attempts to stab them with a needle. I’ve had times when they tried both arms and both hands and still not hit a vein. Meanwhile, I’m in needle-stuck agony and trying very hard not to pass out (I really do not like needles). They usually end up having more luck with my hands than the inside of my elbows, so nowadays we just go straight to the hand.
Anyway, long story short, I had blood drawn today. And then I did a drawing of blood drawing. It’s some recursive nonsense up in here.
Sketches From Memory 