I have to round in the hospital and take calls this weekend. The prospect is making me intensely crabby, so I'm laying low.
HellBoy, however, has been in a great mood ever since I broke down and bought him his one true heart's desire: a GIT-ar.
This thing makes him so happy, it's frightening. What's weird is, he's never seemed like a particularly musical kid. I think he must already know the secret: the guy with the guitar can always get girls, even if he sucks at playing it.