Damn. It’s amazing how you can sit around for months staring at the walls and then find yourself slammed with things to do. By the beginning of April I will:
1) Be appearing in two shows just a couple of weeks apart.
2) Have a gallery exhibit of my poster art.
3) Housesit three times at two different places.
4) Do my general freelance work.
5) Worry obsessively about “you-know-who.”

In other news … Over the weekend, I received the art that I ordered. It’s now hanging on the wall in my bedroom courtesy of some cheap Wal-Mart frames. Now I feel like such a trendy, hip cat. Nah, not really.