Hahahaha... oh, Jesus. I've been keeping a woolly bear caterpillar for about a month, affectionately named "Arturo," I'm sure I've told some of you about him. Well, a week ago, my parents woke me up with a present: a second caterpillar that they'd found on our doorstep. They told me that I didn't have to keep her, and that they could put her back outside if I wanted. Well, you can't bring a small animal into my room and expect me to send it out. (They should know me better.) Besides, I figured Arturo could use a playmate while he... sleeps in his container waiting for the spring. So I named her "Arturette" and threw her in.

Well Arturo has been asleep the whole week, and Arturette has been asleep most of it. So I don't check on them all that often... it's just not that exciting to watch them sit around on their asses. But I woke up about an hour ago because I foolishly thought that I didn't really need two clonidine last night. So I've been, you know, writing a little, and drawing a little, reading slash a little. And I was just about to head to the bathroom (aren't you glad I filled you in?) when I took a look inside their little plastic home and noticed that the two are getting rather cozy. i.e., Arturette is sleeping directly on top of Arturo. Well, I suppose even caterpillars need their fill.

Wait. No, they don't.

I think that perhaps living in my room for so long has atomically altered my poor virgin caterpillars and made them horny mutant ones. Or maybe Arturo has just died without me knowing and Arturette fell asleep whilst eating his brains. But I like the mutant sex creature theory better. It's just as funny without actually being horribly traumatizing. Anyway, it gave me a good laugh. (Well, it would give me a laugh, but then so do a number of other perverse things.

Christine : [zoomed in on picture in Paint Shop adding shading to a Christmas tree]

Mother : [walks in without knocking] "Oh my god, Christine. Are you working on a Christmas picture? That's so... unlike you."

Christine : "No, it isn't." [zooms out to original size, where four mice are sitting around their table amid a glimmering tree and cozy fireplace, bowing their heads before enjoying their Christmas feast consisting primarily of a small, orange-clad child]

Mother : "..."

Christine : "Isn't it cute?"

Mother : "Christine... I love you... but you're a little demented, honey. [walks out])

Anyway, hope you all have a happy December... I will be spending most of it being interviewed by residential therapy centers. Hooray! Christmas spirit is so bountiful this time of year.

(P.S. The image used in this layout is copyright Eito, to whom I sent an e-mail asking permission to incorporate it into my layout, which was never responded to. Shhhh!)