Haftober Anlop

I have to run some errands today. I don't have any classes so I need to find other ways to be productive. Today I made a poster for a comedian coming to campus. Then instead of doing something else I made an anti-poster for said comedian. The premise was that some crazed fan existed and was posting these things around school. The campus-events-programming organization told me the poster was too violent to be affiliated with them and since the poster is not affiliated they can't use their money to print them. Way to bust my McChops...

Some crazed Rob Gleeson fan is out to spread the good word. But not this day!

Anyway I need to buy a new notebook and some almond milk. Pretty important errands.
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Some body please tell me why it's so hard to stare at the sun! I don't get it. I thought the sun was supposed to be our friend. I thought the sun was a happy enormous ball of gas that exists to fill our world with plants and solar-powered calculators. Well you know what I'm starting to believe?! That the sun is just an enormous ball of gas that we happen to be close enough to support life. How terrible is that?

That means we're like cats that sleep under the wheel-wells of trucks in the winter. We think it's a safe place to spend our days and then one morning we get flattened into a slab of driveway.

I don't want to think that though.  The sun has good intentions! Maybe if we all baked cookies and went outside and threw them up to the sun it would appreciate us more and let us look at it. Everyone who is reading this should make some oatmeal cookies and run outside and throw them into the sky. Or rather, take them to my apartment and leave them outside my door. Then go away. My face is itchy. We need to help the sun!