Why did I ever think I could do this? There's just no hope. I'm a completely valueless human being. I couldn't write my way out of a paper bag unless it took under 800 words. I'm so far behind. And I'm moving this weekend, too. Is this how Douglas Adams felt, I ask myself? No, no it bloody well wasn't, because he was talented and fabulously wealthy and a seminal figure of the late Twentieth Century, and he was also six foot five, so the odds of you feeling anything like Douglas Adams are vanishingly small indeed. Oh well, at least I got Titus out of the sodding lead mine. Though on reflection I like the way his oral fixation played out in yesterday's passage...

Kill me.

Today's wordiferousness: 3183

Today's draft: 20021111