Three weeks isn't that long

Three weeks until the Cardiff Comic Con, and I'm like WHAT. I mean seriously, its three weeks - I get paid in the middle of these three weeks, but not as much as usual because I went on holiday to Germany, but still STILL three weeks isn't really that far away.

I just ordered more copies of The Story of Us because I'm worried I won't have enough. See now, the Con will be cancelled and I'll be peddling them on street corners for £1m per copy.

I also found this random site called WhoSay. I signed up, followed James Franco and quickly wondered why the fuck I was bothering because I barely look at Twitter properly in the space of a month without getting bored.

I then noticed that my feed was completely full of James Franco's posts - completely full, everything he'd ever posted - some cool pictures of a bathroom done up to look like a crime scene and some other stuff. But it made me look like an obsessed stalker, because his photos were all that filled my feed, whereas on a site like Facebook I'll have loads of posts by lots of different people and I have no interest in the vast majority of them, because a bird just flew past my window.

Anyways, stalker vision off, here's a something or other.

That's a drawing what I did of a bloke and his magnificent beard who works in my office on the day the PCs all broke at once and we were left sitting around for hours with nothing to do waiting for them to be fixed (they weren't fixed and they had to send us home). As a miserable clown. He's sad because his flower is sad.