Friday 13 February 2009: A deer with no eyes
There's a fantastic, brilliant, award-winning idea out there somewhere, floating around in space like antimatter. (In fact, maybe ideas are antimatter - that kind of makes sense, doesn't it? Kind of?)
Sooner or later my brain will discover this wonderful idea and channel it through my trusty fine-tipped pen and into the box I've drawn on this sheet of worryingly white paper.
In the meantime, I'll continue my normal programme of distraction.