so i went to the gym last night, and that was like the last useful thing i did. got home around 630, ate dinner, got a tiny tiny start on drawing funny hot dogs, got tired, watched some of center stage, switched over to channel 21 for traffic, meant to do some other artstuff (involving my new nibs, bwahahahahaha) but fell asleep instead.

if you haven't seen center stage, you should watch for the next time it plays on oxygen, because hot damn that shit is just as funny as when my sister michelle and i went and saw it in the theater. there's another ballet-drama-piece-o-crap coming out soon called the company, and we can't wait. i blame white nights, and also possibly that nadia comenichi biopic we were addicted to as kids.