"Waking up to doom."

My wilting bravery is slowly taking its course on me. Doom has now been my doctor of many reasons, more than one, and father doom has helped me overcome, therefore I am. For some reason, my ability to be afraid has plead guilty of treason. I have my theories why.

The fact that vacation is taking its taciturn upon most of my friends and past classmates has given me a patient's slip to a reality check-up Dr. Doom. I just realized, I've had the sand in the hourglass pouring through my fingers and it felt painless. Not in the slightest notion did I detect the sands of time actually shedding layers into older seasons. The world's single revolutions around the sun have taken its toll on me. Call it an annual pre-midlife crisis at its finest.

Secondly, my copy of Dallas #4 HAS STILL NOT COME HOME. Doom instead of the doctor, played the cop this time, attacking me with blood pressure cuffs before I were instigated into arbitrary and cardiac arrest. Dallas #4 needs a home, and it's just about time that little comic met its maker. Cha-cha admittedly interests me; his carebear + The Joker + happy tree friend nature tri-squared by his madness and cockiness is just so adorable. Plus he wears the sailor hat, man.

Doom though did say my brain capacity is increasing tri-fold. My comics are undergoing close-to-successful bypass, as an actual short story has undergone the gurney and the heat of the plastic light. My work for my first year in highschool is done, and am already kicking off my feet for the next year. Doom suggested I undergo rehab, for my capability to draw is not going quite as well as before. But then it just got better moments ago. No artist's block here.

There was, though, the thing about me that worried Doom most; my flying-high levels are warming up and rocketing out of control. Reasons would be blamed on Gerard Way, for his nautical blogs on how much he loves Frankenberry cereal, and my thirst for his new issue to arrive, and Mr. Special Somebody for causing me to have a random spazz-attack earlier. Almost went under the plastic light myself.