Monday, September 17, 2007
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.