Sometimes I worry that I’m repeating some other joke. Sometimes, however, I’m not too worried about repeating myself.

Was hoping to get more drawing done, but I screwed up my shoulder earlier this week. How? Sleeping. Yeah, baby, I’m an extreme sleeper. You think your sleeping is hardcore? Your sleeping doesn’t have shit on my sleeping. When I sleep, it’s like, woo, man, yeah, hah hah! You don’t even know, dude.

And that’s totally not even a lie to cover my ass because I slept funny and couldn’t turn my head right for two days.