BLAH BLAH BLAH

Sunday. The end of another week. I can't tell you how immeasurably boring my life has become. I have left my house once (to do food shopping) in the past 17 days. I know I should be making good use of my time, but I have nothing but the stultifying dreariness of the typical repetitive drone to endure on this cycling basis. Where has the randomness gone? Instead I've got this autistic wet-dream of predictable routine and I swear it's destroying my sparks.

I started writing a half-assed screen-play, but I don't think it's that imaginative. I'll finish the first episode then post it to mes copines to attack with witchy brutality.

I think I'm going to go and chew my toe-nails for another season.

CHOW

Nothing...

Words aren't really working.

been drawing with me felt-tips, old school!

I forget how hard it is to draw with felt-tips, whatever you do will look rubbish! 

And then I made a puppet... Just bored...