Just like so random

Yeah, I'm reduced to raiding the archives again. You can tell because that's actually my old mp3 player, before it broke.

What? Oh, yes, and the date. Nice work, Sherlock.

I hope this advice comes in handy for anyone who happens to still be a student. Although I should qualify this by pointing out that I don't like students and never have. (If you are a student, don't worry. I probably meant every student except you.)

PS: Alternate last line - "Next time: How to sleep at night."

The warehouse... it's empty!

It's meant to be full of guns, money and drugs. But all the drugs got switched for the guns and then the money in some kind of contrived caper thing. And now we owe Very Big Harry... big time!

Here I go again on my own

Every morning, dragged unceremoniously from merciful oblivion! Must life be so unkind? It turns out I forgot that the end of the year isn't really that big a deal, as a new one begins almost immediately, taking me by surprise. This cruel turn of events accounts for my recent lack of creativity. I am ashamed to have disappointed my very many readers, who exist. You'll have to give me a little time to think of something to draw that won't get me either prosecuted* or ostracised from my immediate community**.

*We all think things in our heads that we would never ever do, right? ... um, right?
**Well, I could dish the dirt on various friends in the name of entertainment, but even if I changed the names they'd probably figure it out and come for me with hammers.

The other windy city