Traces of love...i wish. My sincerest apologies to Yui Ichikawa. I'm only posting this to remind people to haggle me to keep at it, or quit while i'm not too far behind.

Good ole friday the 13th.

Well I got rear-ended by another Accord, but since it was the same year, they must have known to be nice to each other, because there's no visible damage. I'm gonna have Tameron Honda look at the paint to see if they see anything, though. The dude who hit me had already stopped at the red light behind me, but took his foot off the brake when a cockroach fell into his lap. Pansy.

I started selling stuff, at least in theory. All my customers have left happy so far, but that's because most of them didn't buy anything.

Oh, and I realized that, no matter how dumb my ideas may be, they can't be too stupid for the Sharper Image. Behold, the solar-powered flashlight.

I started drawing, or practicing drawing. Got some great 60-lb. paper and pencils of all softnesses. If that doesn't make me an artist, I don't know what will. Right now I'm concentrating on lines that are straight and circles that ended up where they started. Pretty much everything else can be built with that stuff anyway. Also got some tracing paper, so I can prove to myself that my muscles are capable of going throught the right motions. I started with ugly people, so i wouldn't feel bad for messing up, then moved quickly onward to gorgeous ones. I figure sketching could be a better ice breaker than dancing when there's no music, or no floor. Pretty good scheme for getting a captive audience, if nothing else.

I guess it was inevitable that I try visual arts again. My Renaissance manhood depends on it. Plus, I don't want to be embarrassed in another job interview where they ask me to sketch something.