

The sketches you see here are from a sketchbook that mysteriously dissapeared from my life a few days ago. I did not leave it anywhere (because I haven't really been anywhere for about a week), and I searched my place high and low (I can understand losing a business card, but a 4x6 inch sketchbook?), so either I threw it out my window while sleepwalking, or somebody stole it from me, both of which are unlikely. I just wish I knew the answer. It's mighty frustrating to scour every inch of your home, looking under the sofa, behind the litter box, through the stupid bathroom magazine rack, cursing up a storm, mentally rounding up suspects who could've stolen your goddamn sketchbook (the landlord? of course! he has the key!), while knowing that it just has to be
somewhere.