I got to work on time today and so managed to leave before seven. I had a nap when I got home but I was still able to get two and a half hours of productivity out of the evening, mainly by staying off the internet. Work on the valentine has become very frustrating; I'm at the stage now where I have to pick the colours, and that's an arena in which I seem to have an enormous amount of trouble. But I feel ever-so-slightly ok for having at least not wasted so much time tonight. If I can just keep this up then I might just have a chance.

Yesterday's cold got worse and I still have a headache and a militant throat. I don't really have anything else to say because I've spent most of the evening considering how spiky the hair should be on the head of a cartoon version of myself I'm doing in order to achieve an appropriately vulpine look, and that's not really worth going into. One thing I should set down though; last week when I caught up with Eugenie, at one point I exclaimed, "But I'm just as smart as either of them", which under the circumstances wasn't a very nice thing to say at all, but which nevertheless tasted immensely satisfying, to the extent I'm compelled to immortalise it here.