Two and a collection of loose leaf papers to go.

It feels a little strange to be typing up things I wrote over a year ago in the very early stages of the story – almost as if I’m spying on myself from a distance.

Hmmmmm. Definietly in need of a good night’s sleep tonight – still feeling excedingly boro boro. I’ve tried tomato juice and Beastie boys records and a nice cup of milkless (sodding veganism) tea, but nothing seems to be working. Type type typety type.