(I'm listening to French pop music, Vanessa Paradis to be exact. It is ok. Very French. This has nothing to do with the link. In other news, I went to a life-drawing class last night and it turns out I can still draw wrinkly naked people pretty damn well. Go me. I've had two BBQ chicken pizzas in the last three days and I feel good about it. I'm thinking of becoming a male model. Freddie Mercury was a Genius. He never knew the price of ice, or what swine cost. I've started watching Dexter. I'm making notes. I have plans involving livestock and boats. A man in a dream told me we have to renegotiate my contract, and handed me a blank piece of paper and a burning pen. You people make me sick. I love you all. I woke up this morning saying 'Larsen B, Larsen B, Larsen B' over and over and over. I just ate a biscuit. It was nice. I'm not happy with pages 23 to 27 and especially not with the Popcorn Incident or The Big Freeze Scene. My agent will be in touch.)