Terry's mom came to visit and asked if any of our dogs ever had accidents in the house. I said they did not, so it shouldn't have been a surprise to wake up to a puddle of dog piss on my favorite silk Persian rug. I did my detective work, flipped all three of the girls over to see who had the 'telltale wet bits'... and Chelsea was the offending party, most definitely. I wish dogs could talk, and you could tell them why it is NOT cool to relieve yourself on someone's precious things, unless they maybe owe you alot of money, stole your wife, or some business like that.

On my way to work this morning, I passed an old homeless man sitting outside a produce store. Just minding his own business. I wonder why we don't adopt humans... we rescue cats and dogs... What if you lost your grandpa, and somewhere out there is a suitable and lovely replacement! I think with careful consideration, and professional evaluations, this could work.... just an idea...

I recently got back from a trip to London. It was most inspirational. I don't really like how those Brits are so quick to label people as 'nutters'... a term I heard THREE times! Break into a pet cemetery, or ask to see freshly cleaned hundred year old dead dogs in the back room of the Tring Museum, and taking photos of them still wrapped in plastic, or dragging friends to see medical museums stacked full of jars and jars of preserved bits of people, fetuses and such... and well, I guess that makes one a 'nutter'... hmmm...

Prints of my work are hanging in the gallery where I went tonight... I stood behind a couple, and listened to the girl critiquing my work... 'This one is just fucked, and this one just makes me sad... blah blah blah'... But, then a nice older fellow said he thought my work was just delightful!  THe gallery owner offered me some red wine, but I said I didn't drink, so she gave me a can of redbull... which I only briefly considered NOT drinking so close to bed time.

On my way home, I nearly ran over a pantless hunchback. A dark floating shape emerged from between two parked cars... two white naked legs swiftly swung out from under the shape, gliding across the street... a sparkling silver shoe on each foot. I shit you not. If it hadn't been for the mental alertness promised and provided by that highly caffeinated beverage, I could have never swerved in time.

Now for the promise of tomorrow... until then, I shall lay awake... wide eyed, and vibrating until sunrise.