Today's entry comes to you from the unfamiliar time of 7.05am, and features the letter Zzzzzzz.

I was just awoken from slumber by my mobile phone, claiming that my parents were calling. After one ring it stopped, but, panicker that I am, I called them straight back. My dad, an insomniac, was not impressed. My mum denied all knowledge. Wtf? Can a mobile phone really make such a big mistake? Or is something going on, something shady and maybe evil...

On the subject of dreams, which we weren't, I had a pretty depressing one shortly after going to sleep last night. I was taking part in some kind of competition which involved me versus a large number of shadowy forms (imagine the Dead of Philip Pullman). Each of us was trying to destroy everything of value belonging to all the rest of the contestants. As the game ended, I was washed over by a feeling of utter despair and pointlessness. I'm specifically avoiding trying to find meaning in it.

Changing the subject, if you're Sinister, go and have a look at my first wrangle with a thumbnail creation program.