Meh

This weekend I intend to sit down and actually complete The Porn Baron's reviews. I have neglected them for far too long and that box of naughty things in my mother's garage is starting to glow bright green and throb slightly, like something unsavoury from a bad sci-fi movie.

I apologise profusely, Mr Fish for letting this go on for so long.

Other than that, the weather has been so bad in the latter part of this week that I think I'd just like to hole up in bed with some hot chocolate and the cat and catch up on my reading. Who knows I may even find in myself enough inspiration to actually turn my laptop on. Which I have practically ignored since I got it.

So much for being a 'real writer', huh?