It’s effing May! How the chunks does that happen? I demand it be February again! Of 2002 if possible. But alas…

I don’t have much to say, as usual. Do ghosts dream? Can time travellers vote? Will the moon ever shut up? Can frogs become cyborgs?

The answer to some of those questions is “no”.

I don’t want to go to work.

Eventually even the best of us will end up in a box. I call them Frog-boxes. All of us will end up in frog-boxes and we’ll all be sold to frogs. It’s sad really.

In other news, I don’t have anything much to say because I don’t have anything much to live for, right? Right. Although I did sign up for that Write A Novel In November thing that I’ll not mention by name because I don’t feel like it. I bet I don’t write a novel.