You shall see darnkess."

Introducing, hypocrisy.

For four years all I want is to have autumn again, autumn in my bones, under my feet, the smell of it. So why, someone tell me, why is it that all I can do is remark about how EFFING COLD I AM all the time and how I don't own ANY SLIPPERS or SWEATERS?

It's calling for snow. We have entered cold and flu season. You know what this means? A hell of a lot of time spent at my desk wrapped in a blanket with a cup of tea, which means a lot of writing, and a lot of drawing.

So, hang on to your DevWatch, kids. Conditions are perfect.