Twenty klicks in two hours. How low I have fallen. I'm sipping a beer, hot bath in the works, then off to Morpheus-ville. It just can't be reproduced. If not for the birdsongs which I inexplicably associate with the sound of a working bone-drill this would be a perfect mor/vning. In other news, the art-trade with Mari is in the works (I've yet to figure out a song in return) while the concepts for W. sadly remain, well, concepts. Now, time for some R'n'r.
Splendid :))
ReplyDeleteOh, and the letter is (finally..) on its way :)