Day 18, AD 12

Time stretching like a 1970s Sunday.

Every film appears to feature Ephraim Zimbalist Junior.

Tumbleweed blows across the bedroom.

A hipster hovers in the corner.

This one isn't following me back on Twitter, why am I following.

How many more layers will my arms fit in.

Freezing, boiling.

The BBC World Service is populated by lunatics.

Why is that making a noise.

"I can't feel a thing"

Oh, nonsense, hallucinating, time for more Lemsip.