Yikes! Move from one apartment to another, and suddenly things just go to hell. I’ve managed (barely) to keep up with Rabbit Rue, but all my other activities have seemed to suffer. And then of course, they had to release the end of Harry Potter, and my weekend was pretty much shot.

Stop writing… you’re drunk.

“Fuck you, brain. God damn, you have to ruin everything, like a pool full of kindergarteners, gotta piss all over my parade. I’ve somehow scribbled over 180 pages so far, easily half a book. What you got to say about that, asshole? Yeah, I thought so.”

There comes a time in a person’s life when they just wonder… why? Today I plucked two grey hairs. This by itself is not notable. What struck me, was that they were both in my eyebrows. Considering the relative distribution of hair follicles across various parts of my scalp, two in such a small area bodes badly. Then I noticed I have quite a few coming in on the sides… sides I normally have shaved down to 1/4 inch, but it’s been a while since I’ve been in for a haircut.

I just watched Michael Moore’s Sicko over at Google Video, and I have to say… I already knew most of this. But having it summarized, without Moore’s usual political grandstanding or creative edits, draws a stark and rigid line—maybe through our assumptions—to why I’ve lost faith America can draw itself away from terminable selfishness.

Let there be… disturbing art! I’ve finally managed to work my artist’s wonderful rendition of Rabbit Rue’s true horror into the site design. It’s a work in progress, but it still looks better than without, in my opinion. Hopefully I can tweak the design a little and leave it alone for a while.