i CAUGHT A FLY IN MY BUG CAGE. this is TRUE.
also, the first comic in my newest sketchbook. this is always a stressful time for me, but i am sure this is a good omen for this little book.

a lovely sentiment lifted from a chapter from villette, by charlotte bronte. last page of my sketchbook! important.

first is a message with questionable grammar to a bad man, second is a comic about a good coworker.

it was a warm windy night and my dog is a wimp.

these are two separate thoughts that both happen to contain the word "secret."

i came home drunk, had a lot of remorse about my treatment of cats, took off most of my clothes, knocked over all my utensils, and then sat in front of the refrigerator eating leftover risotto. normal people maybe wouldn't let this image escape the quiet secrecy of their empty house, but it is my duty to commit these things to paper. do you see this, future self? this is how you act.

some birds in some direction, i guess.

these, all three, are true. a true story, a true statement, a true fortune.

some nice words that were said. and the state of awareness i'd like to be in, for a while.

something really funny happened at work, but then it was lost. how many good comics have vanished in this manner! jeez. i never learn to write things down RIGHT AWAY. even though i have a tiny notebook that i carry around for exactly that purpose.

it turns out that this past week of drawing has been very shoe-centric. maybe i want to be walking somewhere else?

the rocks have some things to say to me, i'm sure.

i took a walk in my neighborhood and picked some flowers. they were colored like crazy things.
i got a sunburn, but that is not the only reason i am a stupid girl.

i am getting a little better at making fires, but i am still not best. i had to go through piles of books at my grandparents house, and there are all sorts of things that i didn't know.

my grandparents are moving out of their house they've lived in for 52 years, and i am helping. this requires examining my grandfather's collection of everything ever in the world at great length. for the record, i was happily gifted this bug cage. if you have an errant bug who needs caging, i'm your girl.

eleanor and i ate a fancy lady dinner outside. the ratio of candle to person was something like 9:1. which is the right kind of ratio.

we ate an excellent second dinner of small piles of cheese and olives and beer and bread. and i took my shoes off, don't worry.

not all of you. just one person, actually.
and some silk ribbon that i thought i lost in new york city but found in my snarly hair, later.