Well, it's good to know my journal is like a cursed ghost ship, reappearing every 100 years or so. I told you something wasn't kosher.

Thanks for asking, the bloodbath dog is fine (amazingly). The vomiting one is a whole other story entirely, I might just update tomorrow while my sister is at work.

I'm having a good time. The comic shop is today. I'd offer to pick something up for you but we'll probably be leaving fairly soon.

I'm still blushing furiously from your compliment of my writing.