Aah - the past two weeks have passed in a laze and alcohol induced bliss. No responsibilities - no appointments, no lectures - just hours of lovely time stretching before me.

I feel somewhat ashamed for squandering it so...

It has been thrown shamelessly at long lie ins, watching bad television, playing 40k and computer games. The only really productive thing to come out of it has been a handful of drawings and a few short scripts - certainly nothing to justify the inordinate dirth of time allowed me by fate.

Which brings me to think - when i wrote and drew these few things, i was under pressure from various things, and feeling a mite stressed out by others. Can I only create when i feel the need to escape the wolves at my heels? A terrifying thought at best.

The proof of the pudding will be when the new semester starts - and all of the lectures, dissertations and coursework pile up at my door. Will I turn once more to my sketchbook and keyboard? Who knows?

Who cares?