I’ve suddenly run out of things to do, and I haven’t caught my second wind and gone on to all of those things I ought to get done by July. Summer allows for these plateaus, though.

I’m being dragged out of the house a lot lately, which is probably good for me. I was massively reclusive in February and April and and just about all the time, actually, and maybe this is the cure.

I start all of my paragraphs with boring subject-verb sentences, usually I-something. The alternative, I’ve found, involves a lot of thinking about syntax and generally results in my deciding that I didn’t really want to say anything, anyway.

Life of Brian is good but not spectacular. My favorite bit is when Jesus gets crucified accidentally.