what's going on?

last night was insane. again. i hope all those annoying mcdonald's customers choke and die. sort of. i only bear ill will towards the people who feel it is their duty to order 8 sandwiches in drive-through and then complain how the one person making their sandwiches is moving too slow. next time, you can make your OWN FREAKING SANDWICH. okay?

so james calls me last night. he's at sentry, real close to mcd's, and wants to know if i want to do something. figures. i got his message 2 minutes after i walk into my house. gah! ah well. at least we can do something today.

i have to fix a bunch of stuff on the comic. i know the archive pages aren't showing correctly; i need to add the css file to the archive directory. i also have to fix the other pages, so the link bar shows up properly on each. i think that's it. yeah, and i got the shoutbox going.. say hi! i'm also thinking of adding my picture to the "about" page.

my brother had a cinnamon roll in the fridge. i saw it and took it. he tried to remove it from my grasp, but i was too strong for him. i hissed at him. my mom came up from behind me to take it away from me, so i growled and bit her. when all else fails, resort to hissing and biting.