Just finished my Bright Eyes treatment. I really like this one. Fingers crossed. I was in such a fugue state writing that my friend Christina Strain called, and said she'd have to call me back, and we hung up. And I couldn't remember her ever saying that. I was like "why did she call me to talk for a minute? That's odd."

Congratulations to Christina - she's pretty much one of the coolest people I've ever met, the girl I wore the Bruce Lee suit for. I don't think I've embarrassed myself for anyone that much ever, and to this day I still have to explain it to people. She works in comic books and just landed a legendary job with Marvel. I don't know if I can say any more. I'll have a link to her prints later.

I'm writing though as this is a birthday note for my little sister, Heather Ann Stewart. Her birthday is indeed St. Patrick's Day, which is why she is the bearer of gold. Comedy gold usually, insightful gold a lot of the time. I named Heather. During the one year period when I was four and my parents actually went to church there was a girl in Sunday School named Heather who was deaf mute and I remember having this obsession with wanting to communicate with her cause no one tried. When my parents asked what we should name the new baby I leaped at Heather. You're welcome / I'm sorry.

She's one of my favorite people in the world. She's pretty much the most sensitive and toughest person I know, usually at the same time. She's had some hardship in her life and dealt with it really tremendously. Sometimes she's even a total butthead but I love her all the same and wish I could spend more time with her. Come to NY sis! This one's for her...