Indeed. Spent the better half of the day wanting to just sit down and draw, and then spent the better half of the day being unable to do that. Then spent the lesser half of the day not wanting to sit down and draw, and then spent the lesser half of the day sitting down and not drawing. 15th February looms like doom. Ha, ha.

The White Tiger is fun to read. It took me more than two weeks to get through 1/4 of The Little Friend, but less than one week of MRT return trips to be more than midway through the former. Maybe I just like books that don’t have a size -2 font. Maybe I just prefer witty writing. But, who doesn’t?

Am grudgingly fending off attacks of wanderlust. Note to self: your room is still in an utter mess, you have not found a driving instructor, you have not taken a photograph you like in weeks, you have a horrific backlog of books and dvds, you have not even gotten through this February, so quit visiting airline and travel sites. I am my own discipline mistress.

20-21 February: On The Wall – Photo Bazaar at 2902 Gallery.