Eureka?

If the specs of my belching brain ever made it onto paper, I found the guys to author the thing up.

Whatever geniuses behind the assembly “instructions” of the toddler bicycle I spent four hours screwing together yesterday are just the guys to explain my crazy away.

Gibberish with alien diagrams…

Hey, maybe I just stumbled upon my epitaph, too?

Ooh, I’m a nut on a hot streak!

Eureka, indeed.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe