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Woke up, mailed in my review, shuffled bills, opened mail, headed into work. Morning checks, processed images, created pages, got the section done for Wolvercote, completed for Abingdon, finished for Chippy. Lunch, food, looking at things in shops. I find the new Radiohead CD in a map-case. Back into the office, a whistle-stop 1-1 with Aimee (she went shopping too, and bought the new Grandaddy CD, damn) she seems OK, clear-ish on what should be in her report, loose on the activity for the City Youth council, worried about the upcoming session. Talk through, describe, work through. In less than two months she'll be gone. In less than two hours we're done. I finish up on the graffiti pagges and archive all the pictures to the laptop, write a page about what young people want to put on badges instead of their own opinions. Start on researching cybersex addiction. Realise the day is over. Get home, shop, eat, watch Enterprise while I'm scanning the originals for this week's strip. The Vulcan doesn't get all her clothes off, but it's still funny. Upstairs, turn on the NT Box, process and clean up my originals, publish strip, answer mail, sort out some caption stuff. It's past midnight, and time for bed.

I turn on the DVD of Corto Maltese Sonya bought me from France. Occasionally someone in a cartoon will just touch that thread in me that says, perfect! and Corto is like that, so beautiful, every time I see him, my heart catches in your chest. The thing is, in this, it is true as well of the houses, backgrounds, even the trains look gorgeous! And so I watch and watch and don't begrudge the hours at all. Some day I will watch this by day, but if I don't watch it tonight, I shall surely go to bed sad.