Cleaning the house and then walking around Astoria in my pajamas at night. 'Cause I'm classy like that.

Neck feels like it's stuffed with a tennis ball dipped in acid. Note to self: don't fall asleep in a chair again.

I am an oven-roasted-stuffed-pepper-headed creature enamored with: comics, pop culture, life, comix, sex, NYC, retail, and sequential art.

Focus really hard on not going nuts until you can't anymore. Then focus harder. Repeat until you go crazy. Also known as adult life.

Foundations of quicksand, in which we all founder.

Finished first "Calvin and Hobbes" collection on the train this morning. Watterson lost me in the middle but won me back before the end.

At the moment I realized there was a mirror next to a rack of multi-colored headphones I knew I didn't belong at Urban Outfitters.

5 AM in the house I grew up in. Listening to the seagulls.

Penn Station subway platform is being musically rocked by jazz in one spot and funk in another. This is part of why I love NYC.

Late night corporate fast food. It's all the fun of the airplane food experience while staying perfectly still!