when i got home from work today there was a wasp in my living room. i freaked out, and then took my sketchbook in hand to put an end to the madness. i ducked and weaved, side stepped and dodged, flailed and swatted... it was cinematic....
eventually it flew behind the blinds and i smashed it against the window. truthfully, i'm surprised i didn't go right through it, and plummet to my death. so then i sprayed it with raid. then, i smushed it with a pencil and then cut it in half with my swiss army knife. then i figured it might be all the way dead. since then, my windows have remained closed as this is the second wasp i've had in the house in the past week.

this weekend i'm headed into the city to be gay with dan. we will have us some fun. and possibly some sunburn.