Hell, I had no idea that SGM did a huge post; a feature truly, on Jeff Lewis and Flipping Out. I found out from Mackin Ink. Thank You. I did a little titch of a thing a couple of days ago. Or was that yesterday. You've got to go over there now. Scoot. And read her letter to Jeff. This is my favorite part: "I spent half the night in the fetal position, sick with worry and so angry that I had fooled myself into believing that you were getting better." Gosh. I still want you, Jeff I mean, to get well. Really honey, I do. Aren't these prozac pill paintings darling?