Hiatus

First off: I feel bad. I was gone from this e-world for a few days, leaving you all dry and desperate. Rest easy, dear friends, scholarly hurdles have been leaped and aspirations faded for the next few weeks. We are in-between quarters officially as of today. This little piece was the final piece in my Drawing and Design for Illustrators class:


Imagine it being the headlining editorial illustration to an article titled: Mental Illness - What Me Worry?

On another note: a quarter-sized Huntsman spider was spied in our bathroom this evening. This has not been the first time one of the "babies" has been spotted. However, this one does hold the distinction as the first of the spotted to have gotten away. Damn my buttery fingers. Unfortunately, I believe that we have many a Huntsman to look forward to in our formerly fine home. Why don't you come visit, and stay a night? Insert Vincent Price laugh here.

Leading to: Chris, my brotherly companion for many a year, arrives tomorrow afternoon! The maid is cleaning the living area he will be occupying as I type. He will be bumming it in this household of bums. What will three people with no tangible responsibilities do to fill the time? We will change the world, one late night conversation in front of the TV at time, my unbelieving public.

Also: who would have thought that that last silly little post would have conjured up such a pooptastic response from friends and otherwise? Apparently, some people get riled up by shitballz.

And: I read Coupland's "Hey, Nostradamus" tonight per Marigold's demand and enjoyed it a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Very enjoyable, if sadness can be called enjoyable. What I'm saying is: Read it, Alicia.

Finally: bye.