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So, here it is.

I’m running late. I know my last twitter promised this strip would be up Tuesday night. I realize I am now a full two days late. I know, I know, I know. As sorry as I wish my souless heart could be, this week has already kicked the crap out of me, and it’s only half over. I actually write this still at work, attempting to create magic from poop. That’s right – my job in a nutshell – magic from poop. I do birthday parties and bar mitzvahs.

I can’t reasonably ask my comrade to do the post today, because it’s my fault it’s up late, and in all fairness, he’s probably off to bed – or waiting angrily in the dark, tapping his fingers on the arm of the worn green antique chair on which he sinks his rumpus each night, sitting ruefully under the ominous shadows cast by the only working lamp in the living room…er, I mean HQ.

On Sunday, I began the redesign of the Watchtower website, something I’ve been meaning to accomplish for sometime. With the announcement that The Watchtower is now going to be carried on Punkradiocast Wednesdays at 10, it was about time to get all the little bells and whistles they’ve been asking for for months. I’m not a lazy man, just a hesitant one. Well, kinda lazy. When I start a new project (I have a basement full of unfinished things) I know I’m either going to become obsessed with it till it’s done at the expense of things I have to do, and this is what happened. Then my real job was like, “hey, do some work.” and I’m about to watch a deadline sail by if I don’t get it done. So everything has kinda suffered this week – but I’m aiming to complete the remainders of this endeavor by this time next week.