When I was a kid I had a multi-notebook comic about what went on the the fridge behind closed doors.  I called it "Left of Mustard".  It was funny in a way that pretty much no one not me would appreciate.  It's not your fault though, I was certifiable for a couple years there.  Hah...was.  

As I got older the fruit became more representational, which is really where the death of good fiction is, so ...these things.  However, a few years ago again I revisited the anthropomorphic fruit shaped things and their many varied neuroses concept in an idea I had pitched that involved lots of MS-paint...That didn't go so well.   One day I will find the originals and destroy them.   In cleaning up my desk recently, however, I remembered that comic and remembered this image, so old that I didn't even count it in the queue.  So I didn't have to toss up nothing this week.   I also found lots of drawings of unemployed go-bots which I vaguely remember being fixated on for a few years around 2003.  

Anyhow, back to work! 

 I got a great package in the mail so next week really will be awesome 

...after I hit the stress apex.   

These are the promises I make.

I know they don't sound the way I plan them to be.

But if you wait around a while, ...I'll do right.