I wish more of you all drew self-portraits. I think it's fascinating to see what other sketchbloggers look like, and what they look like to themselves. And how they change from one to the next. The aging process is just so much fun to observe. Provides hours of entertainment. You get grizzled, spotty, flaccid, hairy, hairless, foldy, creasy, bloated, caved-in. Okay, I'm drifting a bit here. Where was I? Oh yeah, American Idol. No . . . um . . .oh, the nurse is here for my sponge bath. Bye.