Swervingly Bellicose Ruminations

Today I had some anxiety issues early on. The new meds my psychiatrist prescribed seem to work, but are taking too long to kick in. Regardless: Spray paint. Plasma Annihilator. Seems okay.

This morning I scored some door panels that the neighbor had left out for the garbage men.
 

Door panels are awesome. I've got FOUR of them, all with the same dimensions, which is rare.

I'm done talking about door panels. You've earned a reprieve. No more door talk for now.

Doors.

Doorsdoorsdoors.