While sick and groggy and grumpy, I discovered the awesome Mark Ryden, whose work is mix of cuddly adorableness and unimaginable horror. He seems to really have a thing for Abraham Lincoln.
I was making a pancake when a brilliant idea struck me, and I balled it up and crammed it with what must have amounted to a half a pound of chocolate. And now every time I stick it with my fork, chocolate oozes out like blood from some sort of delicious wounded beast.