Is this a cop-out?
Tonight, I was busy doing stupid housework, trying to figure out what was wrong with my iPod, etc., so I started my piece later than normal. I started this piece as a joke, but it began to feel right, so I went with it. It's kind of a journal bit. My pen looks huge, because it was foremost in my mind; I wanted to use it tonight, but it wasn't working and I wasted a lot of time trying to clean it out. It was really pissing me off and I let it get in my way. My ideas look very small, because they ended up taking a back seat to the fact that the bloomin' pen wouldn't work. And I am wearing a red dress. This is something new. The past couple of cartoony drawings I've done of myself, I'm wearing a red dress. I do not own a red dress. And yet, I picture myself in one.
Come, stroke your imaginary beards and hum along with me.