Contrary to popular belief, I have not fallen off the edge of the planet. I have had many things to say, but I just haven't said them. I was going to write about duty and boredom, but then I decided sleep was better. I was going to quote extensively from the letter I wrote to the dearly departed Mandy as a part of her Christmas parcel, but then I had to post it. It was long and rambly (from me? never!).

I will, however, mention that when I squish mosquitoes (mozzies, not skeeters, wrong continent) I am entranced by the little mosquito print they leave on my palms. It looks like a tiny, delicate, deformed tattoo, and I wish I could scan it into the computer, reproduce it for eternity. I'd make it the centre of a design and commemorate the beauty of a mozzie's death.

Speaking of which, a new design is in the works. Boredom's good for that sort of thing.