Yup.

I’ve done my time, given my shits, and now I care not. No one expects Dadaism! Our chief weapon is bewilderment and boredom... our two chief weapons... I’ll come in again.

Simon Amstell’s ‘Set Free’ twanged me back into a possible direction out of these Minos mess. Also dogs. But I have to laugh because if I start screaming I’ll never stop. St Monty of Python preserve me, Ministry of Silly Voices sponsor me, I must get through this.

People do well when they can. Less force, more joy.

I lose my mind some more, though it’s chasing me down...

Quit the bitching on your blog and stop pretending art is hard. Just limit yourself to three chords and do not practice daily.

Boldly go where you are told not to go, seek out new ways of being civilised, and overthrow us. Please. ASAP. I’m sorry about the mess and thank you for not beheading us. I’d understand if you did.

Fucking hell.

I have to remember. I have to carry this with me. I have to remember.

And get interrupted by the dogs’ evening tirades of the normal predictable movements of neighbour humans. Can’t fault the logic — people are the problem. And frequently not the solution to problems they cause.