This last week was intense. I went from depressed to anxious to believing people were really soulless alien energy in human skin to realizing that that belief was totally f-ing insane to mellowing out to feeling pretty darn good about things once the soulless alien crap left my brain to pretty much back to normal.
So, because I have been a little busy upstairs, I will simply leave you with the following:
My friend Knuckle Toes gave me a vintage magazine, Quick, last year around this time. It is originally from March 1951, and it's not a bad read, if I do say so myself.