A battle between Good and Evil for possession of my body is raging at the moment.

I just spent a seriously fatigued & short-tempered weekend, afraid that December is going to get me Once Again…

I’m hoping I’m not coming down with the flu.

It’s fracking summer for frack’s sake!

That said, it’s 8pm and I’m not in bed yet, so maybe Good is winning this time.

So long as my soul still belongs to sweet Satan…

Sorry, I mean Santa.

He was the coolest of all the Saints.

Except for that year he bought me out-of-fashion shorts, instead of an assault rifle…

The CEO called the company together for an announcement today.

Afterwards, a whole bunch of suck-ups started clapping.

Someone asked why I wasn’t clapping.

“Pssshhh— where were the magic tricks? Or even a little juggling or balloon animals? The D-Man doesn’t unfold his arms and clap for Bull Shit. This is Bull Shit. Man.”

So there’s some shit hitting the cooling fan at work.

This may or may not have Implications.

Well, it is having Implications, it’s just a question of whether they will Implicate me.

Well, it will affect me, it’s just How.

I dunno… maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been dazed the past few days, but I am strangely unconcerned by these D-velopments.

The worst case scenario is that they truck us out the woods and leave the wolves to deal with our snow-covered, bullet-riddled corpses.

And with today’s oil prices, I just don’t think that’s likely.

Plus, it's summer.

And to keep my run of great luck going… I was just trying to calm my eldest daughter and get her to go back to sleep and she wee’d all over me.

Nice.