Another Two Minutes

22:39.
It's getting colder. Sat here tired and with a stomach ache, half-watching Brighton Rock and half listening to the washing machine in the kitchen finish its interminable cycles. Switched the radiators on but it doesn't seem to make much difference.
There is a drawing I am doing lain on the floor. Large planes of winter-black ink, and the white spaces between are smudged with pencil. Grubby February marks.
22:41