Just relax, Clarice.

I had a totally relaxing day off today.  Of course, I still wake up at the crack of dawn because I'm me.  I made myself some delicious banana bread muffins.  It's been pretty chill.  Why not do one of the facial masks I got at Walgreens?  Um, what the actual fuck is relaxing about this?  I'm pretty sure that it's going to cause a serial killer to hone in on me as a victim, or it's going to turn me into a serial killer.  Let's face it; I've got the John Wayne Gacy painting vibe going on.

This is really creepy.  I'm a big Stephen King fan and a horror movie fan as well.  But this is fucking weird looking. 

I've been working on the gypsy painting.  It's coming along, I guess, but I am having trouble with her hair.  I know what I want the hair to be, but can I pull it off?

My dog is healing well from his knee injury.  However, he will now only eat his food with Alpo gravy on it.  Also, he has his own recliner and he's able to jump up and sit on it again.  My dog has his own recliner.  I don't even have a recliner.  Or gravy.  Lucky dog.  

And I have a crush on a man at the gym who looks exactly like this emoji:👴🏻  

He was on the machine next to me the other day and I was pretty excited.  Then I forgot where I was and that he was there and I burped.  It wasn't terribly loud, but it might have been terribly classy.