The Person Under the Stairs

Yesterday was a little victory in terms of clearing out the basement mess with Frankenstein's Comic Book Swap and Comix Thing.  Andy, the owner at Cosmic Monkey, bought all my remaining boxes of comics-related magazines for his stock so I didn't have to put them back in storage.  I had everything priced lower than ever so that really helped me.  Now I have a couple empty shortboxes to use for my own collection.  I was having trouble finding all the right sizes so now I'm all set.

This is what a shortbox is, in case you don't use comics-speak.  I don't know the guy I just linked to.  I'm just appalled that he got all this in one go.  I agonize over getting a handful of half-sheet sized zines, even if they're made by friends.

Speaking of which, I did purchase a copy of I Never Promised You a Rose Garden: Part One: My Own Private Portland by my friend Annie Murphy.  Instead of going to bed last night after getting home I read the whole thing from cover to cover.  The best books are the ones that hurt you when you're reading them and long after you're done, that's what Annie's stuff is like.

Tengo sueño

I heard back from the clinic about getting in the sleep study.  The coordinator is trying to make it work with my insurance, so I'm waiting for another call from her.  This is me a lot of the time (ok not really, I just wanted to use this):


I've resumed my love affair with gifs as you can probably tell.  They pretty much can say anything you're thinking or feeling at any given time.

I helped somebody today and yesterday with a difficult situation, and it worked out in the best way possible, with everyone happy in the end.  I also use Bad Brains to express any given emotion so here's something else for you to look at:

   Plain and simple, are you okay? For tomorrow, we generate the courage today.

Is your will about to quake and melt? Let me help, let me help.
...Keep thy heart with all diligence, for out of it are the issues of life.