that can’t be a good sign. I think I drank too much coffee but that was hours ago. Eight hours to be exact. My brother and I took a break from work and walked in the dry Los Angeles heat to a coffee shop. I ordered an iced coffee because I was trying to be good. I usually cave and get a mocha ice blended or worse a tea latte even though I am suppose to abstain from dairy. The drink was so strong that I mapped out a new project but crashed so hard. Watching tv isn’t helping.
Still recovering from Comicon. Sold out of all the little boogers except for my bat eyed creature. Oddly enough, he was the favorite toy to play with. Patrons would pass by, pick him up, toss him around and then buy one of his brothers or sisters. A young woman came by bopped him on her head, squished and squeezed him while I looked on trying not to cringe. I thought, it’s okay as long as she buys him. Sadly though, she rested him back on the table. Poor little dude but at least he is back at home…where he belongs.