Almost every time I come home from work, as I open the door to my apartment I think, "What the fuck? Did someone break in and ransack my house?" I really think this, and then I realize that no, it's just the way I left it, and I'm a complete fucking slob. Of course if I came in and the place was clean I'd probably think someone came in and stole all my stuff. At least the clutter I have piled up right now consists mostly to tubes of paint and rags and brushes around my easel and sketches scattered about on the floor. A sign of productivity!

Remember last night how I was bitching about having to get up and go to work? Well I got up...and then I called in sick. And then I went back to sleep. I wish I had decided last night that I was going to do that, because I would have stayed up later. Not that 4am wasn't late, it just could have been later, you know? I woke up this morning just really not wanting to go deal with my morning job, and finally decided I would just call to see if they really needed me. They said they did and I said, "Shit, okay, I guess I'll come in. I feel like shit." She said, "Are you sick?" I said, "Yeah, I've got a migraine. I feel fucking horrible." She said, "Don't come in. We'll figure it out." I said, "Are you sure? Okay then, see you tomorrow." And then I hung up and said, "Yippee!" and wasted a good chunk of my day on sleeping. What a dope. Mr productivo here.

I'm watching Last Call with Carson Daly. Bow Wow is on there. He's not that good, but he's like 11 or something, so I'll give the kid a break. How much would it suck to be one of the older guys on stage backing him up. Backing up a twelve year old. "Yeah mom, my music career is really taking off. I'm rapping with this twelve year old kid. Okay, it's really his show, but you know." What the fuck am I talking about. I'm a pizza man. Jesus, one of the little girls in the audience was crying while Bow Wow was on stage. What the fuck?

Okay, I'm going to eat, and while I do that I'm going either watch Amelie or I'm going to watch Best in Show again. Probably Best in Show, even though I just finished watching it for the first time ever, because a) Amelie is subtitled, and I don't want to concentrate that much because I might want to try to hurry and get an outline down for my next painting while I've got the tv spewing it's radiation out at me, and b) Best in Show is really fucking hilarious. I totally thought it was going to suck for some reason, but it's actually one of the funniest movies I've seen in a long time.

Okay, that's it for tonight.