My desk has gone on its holidays again. Beck is reprising her talking and drawing performance at Somerset House in central London.
So I'm at home risking the existence of future children by typing with my laptop on, well, my lap. I can feel its battery pack heating up and burning away the contents of my testicles as I work.
Guess I better not linger here today...
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