You’re supposed to wear something cool on New Year’s Eve. Where can I find a fez and a bowtie before midnight?
While taking an imaginary tour of Gettysburg in order to get to sleep, my brain* decided that Wolverine probably fought on both sides of the battle, because that’s just how he rolls.
*Said brain has, in fact, had sugar, caffeine and nyquil. The brain had previously decided that the ideal escorts on the imaginary tour were Jason Todd and Bucky Barnes, because I have a type and it is sidekicks.
Holy flapping crap monkeys! I just saw a cougar. Like, an actual large predatory cat. On the street where my parents live. Slight panic attack later and I’m okay.