the end begins.

november eighth.
today is the day.
the last day of sandwich week.
...and that's sort of sad news,
at least,
it is for those of us who LOOOVE sandwiches.
which is to say, at the very least: it is a sad day for me.
awww.
i'll live to cook another day, certainly,
and i'll make a point of pinpointing a new spontaneously-created holiday
to hole up in my house and cook a whole bunch during.
i do that,
and i like it, too.
y'know what else i like?
this little A*-hole's F*ing face:

right?
i'm just sayin', neighbors-
if that does nothing for you,
you might want to go to whoville,
and expand your heart a few sizes.
ha.
but seriously,
he and i have been playing so damned much,
i think i may have accidentally started enjoying myself.
yeah.
it's true.
i was laughing, out loud, from my mouth;
and while that was happening,
i was also actually not hating anything,
for almost five whole minutes,
in a row,
with just he and i there to appreciate and participate in it.
what is happening to me?
i'd like to think it's the sandwiches,
but it's just as likely i may have found something out about myself-
i'm not the sh!t-salad savage i may have been previously portrayed as.
whoa.
anti-typecasting is now back on the map.
or,
then again,
from another 'nother perspective,
it could really just be the influence of this:

mmmmmmmm.
neighbors,
that's the last breakfast sandwich of sandwich week.
a good one, too.
with big portobello mushrooms,
and mixed greens,
and lettuce,
plus the usual other stuff.
yep.
*
today is the day.
and in addition,
it looks like it'll be a busyish one, at that.
the movie checks are always welcome,
and honestly i could use the work.
i've been mostly just puppysitting while i'm at my job.
letting the labors of love take over the labors of productivity.
y'know?
the thing is,
i like grabbin' that loots,
and interactively participating in the creation
of artishness, whilst also generating a prvable stream of revenue.
tattzapping has been good to me, guys,
and sandwiches don't come for free.
it's all really happening,
and i'm excited to terrorize something wettish,
and maybe served in a bowl for dinner tomorrow night.
word up;
never quiet, never soft.....