BETTER NOT FUCK ANYTHING UP, MAN: We officially “got the keys” to our new shop! Moving one space to the east, that much closer to home. At this rate, I reckon by the year 2593, I’ll be somewhere near the Midwest.

Dale, that dog-breather S.O.B., started moving the first of my mess over this afternoon. Ugly moves. Don’t break anything. Please. Be swift, but be strategic! I actually like moving shit, but have to stay “on the keyboard” due to my current status of being “WAY BUSIER THAN YOU COULD EVEN FATHOM IN THAT BIG BRAIN OF YERS.” There you go. Get it done, man.