I have always dismissed advice given by strangers at the gym as pompous attempts to hit on me, but after an 85-year-old man interrupted my workout today to tell me that I was using the machine completely incorrectly I realized that I must be completely retarded at using the gym. Huh.

I prefer to think that all those body builders were just trying to mack on me.

All is well. I have 25 sketches due on Wednesday that I should probably start tonight. I think I’ll go do that. I went to Taco Bell today, by the way, and it was the best meal I’ve had in ages. Seriously.