noah's print

Yes, it is Monday, and I did do laundry. But there is a storm on its way, so the laundry stays inside. I am happy people like my VPRO cover so much that I am selling prints like hot cake. Right. I can't say much about Orbit yet, he's totally doped out on Tramadol. Our neighbour Johannes, who is a chemist, says we need a lock on our kitchen cabinet. With Michiel's Oxy's in there too. Which I don't think he is taking anymore anyhow. Not that his thumb isn't still killing him. But he switched to something more naturopathic, my dear alternative husband. The porch now smells of hippie shit in the evenings. Peace. Oh, and look at my feet, Piffin gave me a pedicure with her Dremel.