It seems I've traded design for a dog, and I'm infinitely grateful. Is it really so one-or-the-other? I believe so. It was only by completely abandoning cares and exploring myself and listening to my instincts that I arrived here with my companion; and in the end, I'm a better artist for it; taming a dog like this takes talent and dedication, if you consider taming an animal an art, which I do.

This morning I dreamed about an underground scene in an abandoned bus. It was like Club Berlin in After Hours, but cooler; thank god I didn't bastardize that movie like I was assigned to. Everyone was in make-up, wild, rough, dancing strange jigs to the music being played inside. I could hardly stay inside, it was so crowded, so I climbed on the shoulders of the people lined up outside and got on the top and looked down inside from the opening in the roof.

I had other strange dreams last night. There was a scientist who turned a sea monster into a woman and an episode of Friends that turned into a commercial for Paxil.