In case you're wondering why there's blood all over the wall, it's not because the Infernomancer had a gory "reassembling." Well, he did, but it's also because he made quite a bloody entrance when he got back on his feet.
Yesterday was just one of those days. Our basement had some minor flooding and almost damaged some books, which in turn forced me to cancel a photoshoot with The Slaughterhouse Sweethearts to help promote their upcoming burlesque extravaganza. That put a little black cloud over my head, to be sure, but they were minor inconveniences at best.
But on a more personal note, I learned yesterday that the principal of my old high school passed away. I have nothing but fond memories of Doctor Santo Barbarino, or just "Dr. B" as we all affectionately called him. From encouraging me to chase whatever dreams for the future I was entertaining to trying to get me to listen to Chuck Mangione, he was a great man who genuinely cared about all us kids whom he took so generously under his wing.
See you in Valhalla, Dr. B.
That's all from me for now.