It's been a somewhat odd August so far. Throw in my older brother's move off to America for a whole year (lucky sod!), the appearance of a mysterious ginger cat with commendable burgling skills, and of course last month's sad but inevitable break up fiasco, things feel surreal, or confusing, or both. But strangely, not altogether unpleasant. More reason to draw? Perhaps. Of course, this is all probably the heinous work of insomnia. Hm, my clock says 4am! To quote, everything is indeed a copy of a copy of a copy.