Got a small crick in my shoulder. Listening to Larry Williams and waiting for my colleague to come in in another 15 minutes so I can get a coffee. Bought a book from somebody called YOUR FUTURE FACE. Woke again this morning with a swollen tongue. Five minutes ago thought I couldn't find my glasses, that I'd put them down someplace and forgotten; but it turns out I haven't even put them on yet this morning, and they're still in their case in my bag.

Somebody's just asked whether we have any books by Aldous Huxley or Timothy Leary.