Poetic license

Before I went to bed, I spent about an hour going through last year's Sliced Bread, which, ironically enough, I never really had the patience to read when it came out.

There are a couple of pretty good pieces in there (should I sound so surprised? I'm on the staff after all). I'm kind of inspired.

I've been sleeping upwards of twelve hours every night since I came home, and for some reason I've been under the impression that I'm a day behind-- I genuinely thought that it was Wednesday when I woke up, and that yesterday was the 16th.