WHY?

Someone outbid me on the set of Felix the Cat POGS I was willing to pay top dollar for on ebay. The success of this whole project hinged on those lovely cartoon milkcap game pieces.

When I'm old, I'll remember how I feel right now, and no matter how full of a life I will have lived at the point, the waves of misery that froth to the surface from years of dormancy will break the axis that my circadian rhythm dances around and I'll croak.

Worst. 

Day.

Ever.