Last night Grant informed me of his plans for a conceptual performance piece in Europe. He told me he was going to run away from home because I wouldn't make him a quesadilla for dinner.
- Really? Where are you going?
- SWITZERLAND! And I won't eat pasta EVER!
- What will you do there?
- I will stay in bed, and I won't get up EVER!
Then he walked off and went to sleep in the guest bedroom, apparently prepping himself for his slothful art in Switzerland.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007