Yeah. . . bears.

He just is.

Yotsuba&! makes everything better.

I should be working. Instead, I find myself feeding my unhealthy obsession with androids.

Today is always the most enjoyable day.

"Why? Why was I created?" cried the robot to the unanswering universe.

Asimov, eat your heart out.

Drawn with my off-hand.

The captain looked up as one of his detectives entered the office. The detective didn't wait to be acknowledged. He just went up to the desk and spread his papers and maps over top of the paper work Capt. Blake had been reviewing.
"I've been thinking, captain. We need to expand our search to include the rest of the park."
"Mackers . . . ,"
"I know we've been searching the east side but I think we'll have better luck finding him if we look near the lake and bike trails. Of course we could always-"
"Mackers, stop."
The detective looked up at the captain. "Sir?"
"What are you doing here?"
Mackers avoided the captain's eyes. "I thought I could help with the search."
Capt. Blake sighed. "You know that isn't your place."
"But, if I may, sir, I just thought-"
"No, Mackers, you may not. You still have your job to do. You're still on call."
"But sir, he's my partner!"
"Which is all the more reason we need you to continue the case load. I know your worried. I am too, believe me. But the system can't just stop because you want it to. Right now we have every resource we can spare looking for Randles. They know what they're doing." Capt. Blake looked at Mackers. He looked small and tired, past the point of arguing. "When was the last time you went home?" Mackers didn't answer. "I'll put Vecchio and Benton on your shift. You go home and get some sleep. Your not doing anyone any good wearing yourself out."

Happy NaNoWriMo, everyone. November is National Novel Writing Month. 30 days, 50,000 words, countless cups of coffe, and one hell of a project.
This is detecive John Mackers, the main charcter of my novel. The book opens with him being shot. He's in ICU in a coma for the remainder of the story as his partner, Brian Randels, tries to peice together how and why Mackers was shot. Keeping Mackers the main character while in a coma is going to be quite intersting. . .
I'd explain more but that would be a lot to type and I'm needlessly long winded to begin with.

Mr. Bonaparte has not quite arrived yet. He should be here soon.

Ref. used.

Leave your worries on a doorstep.
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street

Cant you hear the pitter-pat
And that happy tune is your step
Life can be complete
On the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade with my blues on parade
But Im not afraid...this rover's crossed over

If I never had a cent
Id be rich as rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street