It's getting hot.
The kitchen drain is blocked again.
I intended to go to that folk art show at the Barbican today, and just couldn't be arsed. I am sort of working on a strip, painfully slowly.
I currently have three issues of COMICS JOURNAL that I can't get around to finishing. Does anyone else find it increasingly difficult to wade through, lately, or izzit just me?
A Radio 4 programme preview keeps playing a particular snippet of Billie Holliday singing 'Mad About the Boy', and every time it comes up, I find myself looking around anxiously, thinking Wotan's about to bring up a hairball on the bedspread. Always did much prefer Bessie Smith...