Screwed up my production schedule.
Arriving home from work after midnight almost every day for the last two weeks has certainly not helped.
The release of the weevil complement TW book has to be pushed back. Crap buckets. I'm still planning to make a more lighter TW book and HTTYD book for Comic Market, so no worries. Well, other than me.
The temperature has suddenly notched up to over thirty degrees celsius, and I feel like upchucking on my desk. Can't. Concentrate.
Pretty clear I died by the time I reached PC Andy. Is it true that he'll be back? I just want to go back to Ringwood, harry about the garden under the decent weather with Grandad, and watch the shit out of series four next month. Hurrrrrrrr.