Aside from K.D lang blaring out of the computer speakers, not too much at all is flushing down the pipes. I should probably be talking to indians or drawing with rulers, possibly even boiling some balsa, but it's much too nice an afternoon for that. Some midday showers brought with them a sunny afternoon, so with a cup of lemon juice, some massive pillows and sunscreen on my neck i'm sat on the veranda out the front watching my dad clean his ute. It's nice.
