I’m amazed that Charlie the cat is sensitive enough to know that he should retract his claws when patting my bare skin, and yet dumb enough to think I might like to wake up at 4am with him sitting on my throat and purring.
Peter popped round to take me for a Midnight spider and took back his amp, so I’ll have to improvise with any recording I do. I’m about to go downstairs and edit more cartoons. I barely got Jitterati off on time, but at least it’s funny.
I received an angry e-mail today from a famous NZ writer who I have nothing but respect for. It has depressed me more than I care to say.
