evil needles
i went into worcester today, lurked in the corner of my coffee shop, overdosed on caffeine, read 'the death and life of charlie st. cloud', drew things in ink and then got annoyed that i couldn't rub it out when i made a mistake.
i miss maxwell. my tv friends are diminishing.
i'm going to get up early tomorrow morning and go swimming! my local leisure centre has an 8 o'clock swim on sunday mornings. ahhh, how invigorating!