And before that...

So, there are a lot, a long long litany, of reasons that Mars is my very best friend and favorite person in the world, and here is the most recent:

Reason six hundred thousand eighty twelve million billion that Mars Rules:

I'm sitting in her room (sigh) Friday night blathering on about autistic cow lady and she goes "oh! Temple Grandin!" and pops over to her beautiful antique bookshelf and pulls out "Thinking in Pictures," one of Temple Grandin's autobiographies.

I'm sorry, it just doesn't get better than that.

A couple people actually wrote to me over the weekend to let me know some stuff about Temple Grandin, but since none of them ever skinny dipped with me or sat on the swings with me while Jim and Sicko did the naked butt dance... sorry, Mars wins.

Cynthia's opening was Friday night and it was fucking STUNNING. There was so much work and she had laid it out so rad and I managed to only buy one thing cause i'm trying to save up for my trip but lawd it was hard.

Jim Houser's stuff just Keeps. Getting. Better.

And I found out Barry McGee is going to be at the ICA in philly in late april so that's one more reason to live. (i am compiling a list, just in case. i felt like my batteries had gotten a good recharge over the weekend but monday kind of slammed me right back into this growing dissatisfaction with like, everything. Not gonna bore you with the details).

Know what they need at work?

Moon bounce.

Also, masseurs built into the walls that you can summon by saying "BITCH, SHOULDERS, NOW." and then afterwards they bake you a cake and maybe hold you for a little while, and tell you how cute your hair looks.