The week that was: a recap

The week that was did not go entirely to plan. Oh sure I did, in theory, finish draft number two of TCNTDNSIN, I did have a Swedish massage, I did watch some old movies and get drunk improbably early in the afternoon but I don't feel I have actually achieved much. The number of museum or gallery visits, for instance, are not so much low as non-existent, while the number of books read is smaller than the number of books reread. I have also managed to spend entire afternoons flaked out on the couch eating crisps out of my belly button and calling (to nobody) for more wine. All in all though? Fucking fabulous. Barkeep, another of your finest ales, please.