In my dream last night I drank a lot of whisky with Kevin Spacey and Richard Griffiths. I started to cry drunkenly because my life was such a disaster, and I'd never seemed able to take advantage of the few opportunities for advancement I got. I was just a no-talent no-hoper, etc...They both got all worked up, going 'No, no, no, that's not true. Don't give up, there's still time-.'
Today I did the first page of a six-page strip.and made myself laugh, anyhow. Hup! I rule!