A candy colored clown they call the sandman.

"I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night. I softly say, a silent prayer like dreamers do. Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you. In dreams I walk with you. In dreams I talk to you. In dreams you're mine. All of the time we're together."

No matter how many times I watch Blue Velvet that one scene where Ben starts to sing Roy Orbison's In Dreams still fascinates me so much. What a strange world we live in.

Frankie balloons.

Since my dear little Ayano did a cute little illustration for me to cheer me up, this little tentacle pictures for her.

Dreaming is free.

I will probably finish my unethical milk bottles by today. Still battling between selecting either my original jet black sake bottle design or a more mainstream piratey poison looking glass bottle. I will start drawing my live sized Liz Vicious today too, and maybe go buy some vegetables and chocolate. I want a plant.

I think my head hurts a little from a scary dream with lots of moving corridors and lots of really cute floating things chasing me. They looked similar to the cotton wool clouds from Michel Gondry's Science of Sleep, which I thought was a pretty mad movie. However I did feel a little awkward and uncomfortable at certain scenes because it seemed so real, his movies just makes me feel strange all the time, *brbrrtt. My head pain could also be because Ayano (who listens to a lot of Grave of the Fireflies OST) secretly injected baby spy germs into my ear yesterday and they're off duty on Tuesdays and have decided to eat parts of my brain. Or maybe I hang out too much with Kate that my brain is becoming poo so it just hurts. Or maybe I ran into the corridors in my sleep and the pain has carried forward into reality. I really want to scribble all over walls and tables.

Big big love.

Got me a movie, I want you to know. Got me a movie, ha ha ha ho.

Heartshaped peas.

I feel like a million billion little heartshaped peas and riceflakes.

Drunk guy.

Omar sketches Eff for 5 minutes.

Eff sketches Omar for 5 minutes.

Omar is poo. I am sick, tired, and still hung over from last nights post drinking with Kate (who now listens to a lot of El Perro Del Mar) and Omar (who listens to a lot of Stevie Wonder) made me fuckin drink like a bitch with him since 7pm. Started off coffee at Pushka, then Degraves with Richie, then beer at Backpackers and then Workshop. Felt really poo but bumped into Lupfi (who listens to a lot of Incubus) and his friends and surprise surprise, drank like a bitch. On the way home, Omar decided to listen to a bum playing his guitar and I started dancing and some random girl (who listens to a lot of r&b) danced with me like idiots in the middle of Flinders Lane. Insanity. Omar said hi to about a thousand girls while I sang Kimya Dawson all the way home and now he is cooking supper with what little food I have in the kitchen.

Still feel tired and poo.

Still tired.

My tummy feels strange. I think I have Octopeepees swimming around inside. Trippy (who listens to lots of Wilco and Rufus Wainwright) reckons that beer is feeding them so I should stop for a little bit so that they will die and come out with my poo bits. I will try to click pause for booze til next Friday but then Omar (who listens to lots of Al Green) is coming for the weekend. Oh woe, such trivial problems of a miserable student who just made poo toilet signage for an intellectual law firm. Hm, I should've colored the background of my Octopeepee beer yellow.

Floaty Kate and the imaginary teens.

That's Kate (who listens to lots of Kimya Dawson) when she was 12 years old, floating upside down on the right of my sketch. We transformed into stinky little children last night when we decided to have a few beers after an afternoon of live drawing. We then hung out with two random 12 year old boys (who listens to lots of Radiohead) and danced to Nevermind which was very silly. Later on in the night, I decided to eat their Spice Girl cd and Kate made a grass angel in the backyard.

Scary housemate.

Poo beginnings.

Entry one. I can fly when I have to. In this mornings case, I was forced to fly into a tissue box under my bed because there was a large lemur with the flu chasing me in my kitchen.