There should be a story here, but the Diary can’t be bothered. It has better things to do with its time, like rate its vegetable preferences or find words that rhyme with slug – bug, or mug, perhaps. Anything rather than write this story.
But what has led to this malaise, this lack of drive, this halfway house between sleep and hard work? Maybe it’s something in the air, in the water, or maybe it’s something on the Diary’s desk – the Procrastinator jotting pad, two versions of which – desktop and portable – have been casually lobbed the Diary’s way by Production Line.
The Diary would tell you more about this marvellous item, but is trying to decide whether sleeping is more fun than drinking. Here is a picture. You’ll have to write your own story.