Read Me.

I have been writing this for at least 36 minutes now.

Pushed the button.
Pushed the button.
Pushed the button.

I have. Yes. Yes.

Where are you people? Having wine with great friends? Snogging some fat academic on a documentary screening? Buying food, washing you hair, reading to your children?

That's just not good enough, is it?
No excuse, is there?

The only good-enough reason would be if you were attending my one-woman show in which I teach my Hungarian rabbit, Karoly, to eat his carrot like a gentleman.