Semi-Daily Scribbles

If you can't put a thought into words, then you're dancing in the big black empty. Yeah?

I brewed a pot of peppermint tea. Here, let me pour you a cup.

And if I don't get out of here soon for some water–I'm talking miles of the stuff–and some right proper dim sum I am going to 100 percent lose my shit.

Oh, you're hungry? I've got a blue box in the cupboard. You'll feel better with some M-and-C in you.

Well the joke's on me, apparently. Here in exile. What's the point? Leaves you feeling all bunchy. You know?

Ok. Lunch coming right up.