It's like this: imagine you're usually stoned every coupla days. Anyone that's done this will know that your drive to get anything done on time vanishes. Your 'get up and go' vanishes in a haze of forgotten ambition. You stop putting in any effort at work, but you also stop stressing about things you know you shouldn't stress about anyway.

Then you get loads of sleep and never get stoned for like a month. All of a sudden your mind feels really different, you're not lazy, and you feel on top of things like you never did before. Your brain feels electric, like lightning.

Well that's me with no sex. For the past week or two I've been at a bit of a creative peak. The comic thing's going really well - there's tons you haven't seen, by the way. The world is steadily evolving in my head, as are situations and characters. I'm not going to show the scans of the pages to the whole world until I feel it's a much longer way down the line, but I'm really happy with the composition and the average quality of the work. Michelangelo? Yeah, I fucked him.

So anyway, this is kinda a general apology for just why I'm so hyperactive and shit recently. I know I'm bad normally, and, like so many good things, best in small doses, but I'm probably worse just now.

Oh yeah, having a party on Easter Thursday to celebrate Cadbury's chocolate. No particular reason, but I might force everyone to eat loads of chocolate. Anyone's welcome, so come along. I may even spin at this one, though don't expect anything you wouldn't hear when any other shit dj downs half a bottle of tequila and falls asleep on top of his mixer.