Funny thing, time. I never seem to have enough of it to do anything. But if I'm not actually doing anything, shouldn't I have some time on my hands? Or am I just being logical about this?
Anyway, whilst I think I've probably been spending most of my time either being really stressed and depressed or compulsively reading Discworld books in order to try and escape being really stressed and depressed I did at least manage to finish of a couple of bits of painting. Although that was a couple of weeks ago I think?
Maybe I just have no idea how time actually works any more. That would explain a lot. Still, point is I managed to get a tiny bit of something constructive done, so let's have a look shall we?
