March 6-7: Solitary Confinement

Friends, we live as we dream — alone.  That’s a Smiths quote, right?  Kidding!  My husband has abandoned me for the grassy knolls, and massive hair of Dallas, Texas… leaving me to reruns of Top Gear, waiting for the latest whoremonger news from Elliot Spitzer, and doodling nonsense like this:

And here’s what I drew Friday, apparently under the influence of some psychotropics/tap water (hahahah get it?  Golly, I’m hitting all the hot AP headlines in this post):

Later gators.