You know, I’m pretty much just addicted to this whole self-portrait thing. I was talking to my mom the other day about the one day she’s missed, and the thing is, I don’t even know how to NOT take a picture. After 699 days, there’s a lot of days I don’t have ideas and just don’t really feel like it. But honestly, I don’t think I can even sleep through the night if I haven’t taken a picture. It’s just too much a part of my life right now.
I know that sounds like dedication. It’s not really. It’s neurosis. I have a problem. I obsess over certain things. This has become one of them. Just like smoking (ran out of cigarettes hours ago and everything reasonable is closed… I’m working really hard to not go out and buy a pack), working on the comic (new episode yesterday, if you haven’t been checking it out, you should be… cheap plug), nightly orgies with Carmen Electra, Rhianna and Elisha Cuthbert, and chocolate chip cookies.
There are just somethings that I can’t live without.
Wouldn’t it be great if those things were like working out, eating healthy, and solving the energy crisis? Oh well.