Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

It Sees Me When I'm Sleeping

I wake up to this every morning. I'm a lucky, lucky girl.