day_in_day_out birdmad ebb and flow of time in regular rhythm finds me at my desk again, doing what i do. incomplete drawing in the pad, three chapters of a story, losing their cohesion (that whole "finising-what-i-start" thing proving itself to be one of my weak points...yet again) occasional ponderance of a semi-regular paramour and the landmarks of her body caffeine distractions phonecalls breathe 060524 what's it to you? who go blather from