And the tree was happy.

Every day, the things I do get harder and harder to explain to my mother.

Last known photo

Hope you're not too attached to this bare bicep...the times they are a changing this afternoon at 5pm at Salvation Tattoo Gallery.

Pete Cartwright, the genius illustrator's doodles:

Oh, coma girl and the excitement gang. Oh, Mona Lisa, on a motorcycle gang.

People must think I'm on qualudes.

Sometimes I will realize that I have been staring, open mouthed for 10 minutes, elaborately daydreaming. I will look down and see that the piece of paper that I wanted to photocopy is now COVERED in drawings of tiny eyeballs with skinny little legs and tubesocks, running around the page.

Did i forget to mention...

I work best on a rewards system.

Lungs like La Brea

I have been cowering on the couch with diet coke and a bad stomach ache, I have been short-tempered, moody and sluggish, I have felt awkward at social gatherings, I have been a little dizzy, had a huge headache and I have missed it so much that I get misty eyed and nostalgic but at 4:30 today it has been 5 days since i had a cigarette.

I have been breathing deep.