I love dreaming. I love the nonsense of it. Last night, I ran into an old friend in an art museum that was filled like a thrift store, all jumbled in piles. The art was my own and my friends' and then other things like smiles and regular things like shoes. Anyway, the old friend was Andy Smrz. Where are you Andy Smrz? Andy was talking nonstop because we hadn't seen each other in years and years and I was trying to keep up with him and the art at the same time. Then I told him the story of the time in college when we used to drive to school together, which I think was only a very short time. And one time he got the flu and I had to take care of him, which I am not even sure is true in the real world. Then Andy tried to record everything I was saying on this big platter of cotton candy. But the sound kept falling off because cotton candy isn't very sturdy. If you are reading this and know Andy Smrz, tell him I am dreaming of him and cotton candy.

This is the second time in a year that I have dreamed of Andy Smrz. The other time, he had all these tubes of paint. And there was something else about art. It was also Halloween in the dream and he was dressed as he was in high school. Like he was dressed up as a former self. More weird. I love dreaming. I do. I do. I do.

My feet are cold from wearing mary janes in the rain. Today I am wearing orange. Tonight I will silkscreen shirts that say, We are so Doomed, which I have already added to the store.

Sam in England sent me the nicest virtual hug and Pagan in New Zealand wrote to me about how birds would make good surfers. The world is full of lovely girls.

Great Smallening Update

I am now at 69 pounds gone. My neck is getting soooo tiny and delicate. I fear it might snap. My ankles are aliens to me. And can I tell you again how cold I am? No new pictures yet, I will wait until i can say 75 pounds gone.