What?

Sylvie was trying to sleep on my shoulder, but couldn't get comfortable.
I explained it to her, "Sometimes the ideal and the illusion are unaligned."

It made sense at that moment.

Don't think about the elephants!

Golly, why do I keep thinking about Pink Elephants?


Cleaned up.

The doodle.

Roto-Portrait

Wow! I'm really funny looking.