I’ve decided that work is bad. It has taken me a surprisingly long time to come to this conclusion, but I went through a long trial period with it, and have now officially decided that I can’t be arsed.Still, more to go round for the rest of the general population.This is turning into a surreal evening. I’ve been drawing/writing things on walls. Not my walls, obviously, but someone elses. There is also a very good reason why, but it eludes me for the moment. The dragon looks fairly funky. :-)