Last week was a To Be Continued, as it turns out.

Man, I am exhausted. See, just a couple days ago… wait… literally a couple days ago… Two days ago, Derwin and I got a puppy. Her name is Taylor P. Swift which means I get to say things like, “Last night I had to clean up Taylor Swift’s poop” and “Eating cat poop is bad for you, Taylor Swift!” It’s a trade off for not getting a good night’s sleep for the next couple months.