The boredom has overtaken me.

Willy Wonka Drawing

Been working on this off and on since June

Christmas Tree Time

I broke down and put up the Christmas tree tonight. Whatever. It makes my stupid family happy. I got the lights going outside as well. I never took the lights off the spruce tree from last year. I just plugged it back in. Looks like someone decorated it from the back of a bucking bronco. Half the lights don't work and some are on the ground twisted in knots and chewed up from when I ran them over with the lawn mower this summer.

Sunday

Taking a break from drawing Heir Burgermeister. Just threw the kids outside to play. The egg that is me has multiple hairline cracks all over. The entire planet is laughing at me(or with me?).............I just added some more value to Heir Burgermeister's cheek bone. Not sure if that's how you spell his name. He won't mind. He must be dead by now. All of them. Dead. Oh. Where was I? How can someone's nose be perfectly round?

Cinnamon and The D.O.M.

Me and my last remaining bantam hen

Saturday Night: Out Dancing with Friends

The first thing I do is scan the crowd and pick out the most dangerous looking people. Then I visualize myself attacking them. For some reason this relaxes me. Then some freak will come into view and will become my study. I watch it's every move trying to get into it's mind. All this goes on while seated at a table full of my friends, laughing and having a grand old time. Of course my back is to my table of friends and my laughing worries them. If I lose sight of my freak I get hit with what feels like a taser full of rage. Like a gorilla that just broke off the head of the doll(or human baby)that he's been playing with. I turn and snap at Mrs D.O.M. "lets get the hell out of here". "No, I'm having fun" is her reply. I pick up a table and smash her to bits with it(in my mind),then run off to find my broken dolly.

Friday Night

Friday night and Im sitting on the couch enraged. Tremendous urge to shoot my television(even though its not on). Bored. Sherlock Holmes had heroin for his boredom. What do I have. Fucking ice cream. Now Mrs D.O.M. wants her spot on the couch. Fine! I'll go sit out in the woods.

Cheesecake Run

I'm walking into the local supermarket. Thoughts of what's the greatest song to kick some one's ass to are going thru my mind. My mission is cheesecake. I grab a basket even though I'm only getting one item,this embarrasses me and throws me off balance mentally. At the cheesecake section there are a bunch of different ones. I know for a fact that whichever I choose will be wrong and most likely result in it being mashed in my face for not knowing what she likes. Anyway, I find a sampler cheesecake. No way to go wrong with this choice(in your face!). I couldn't find the price so for some reason instead of raising the cake up to see the bottom(still holding the empty red basket in the other hand) I held the cake at waist level and just crouched below it and looked up to see the price. I didn't realize I did this until I was driving home. I absolutely thought that the only way to see the price was to get under the cake. Not raise it or tilt it. Weird. I was also wearing slippers that I hadn't noticed I'd been wearing all day. But you know what? I got the friggin cheesecake.

Trapped

No way possible to make it though today. I'm stuck in this wretched house. The girl flipped my truck on its side. She pulled away from a stop sign and it just rolled on its side, all by itself. Weird? Not weird at all you loser, happens everyday. Bottom line is Im stuck here. "Danny's not here right now Mrs Torrence" It's almost time for my afternoon coffee. That'll help temporarilly, then it will kick in more nervousness. Urge to punch cement coming back. OK, Im going to get some coffee and head out into my workshop and turn up some Johnny Cash.