Ook ook...

I have monkey socks on today. Methinks I gotta buy more socks soonish; most of mine are too thick or have holes in them. *siigh* Soooo...today is a day for monkey-socks.

Speaking of monkeys, I turned on MPR and couldn't get away from the Bush rally in Duluth. I snickered about him calling the Iron Range "Iron Ridge" and then quickly turned him off and put on some Rasputina instead. My tolerance for that smirking, self-satisfied voice has hit an all-time low lately. Roll on, November...oh yeah, if we don't "delay" the elections for an ambiguous threat or two. Do I have enough duct tape? *shakes head*

I've been doodling in my spare time again; trying to catch up on my skills. It feels good. I may have to hit Utrecth
again for better inking pens. (I had some, but they're getting a mite dry.) And then maybe I'll buy a fistful of pretty pastel japanese gel pens for no good reason at all....

And I'm having weird dreams again about being in a very high building, a sort of penthouse kind of thing. No tornados, though. When I dream of the future, sometimes it doesn't tell me that much. Do I live there? Am I visiting?
Am I happy? Who's there with me? What's up with the party on the patio?

*rubs eyes.*
Caffeine, you think? Good idea. I'll go get us some...