I was pretty hyper for a good chunk of last week. The weather? Reading A Drifting Life? I don't know, but I did feel like there was a big pile of art building up in me. My head on fire.

 The first panel is a close up of a pillow on the couch. It may have been a partial response to the phrase "Abstract art. Not abstract and certainly not art." which I had come across on the internet (and said Phooey to).