The fat lady is next to sing, the show has come to its end what I have is all gone. Now I have no more to go on with no more left to cling to...

Okay forgive me there, no nothing is wrong just feeling poetic briefly again. Anyway house is a mess, nights at work are hell, days as noise and messy as anything so I can't sleep or do much. Can't even draw at home and my scanner is buried under stuff so can't scan the stuff I do when out. Very annoying really and leaving me feeling meh ish.