I've done nothing all week.

I was told last week, at that interview with the bloke who looks like the bloke who was in hot fuzz, that I would be told this week if I had the job at the V&A. And now it's Sunday morning and still no word, I am assuming therefore that I have been turned down and passed over. Never mind, I expected it, my credo, as ever, is to tell yourself that it's probably going to go wrong and then you can't be let down.

No sympathy please. It's OK.

I am also more potless then a man who has had his pots stolen by a pot thief. And the resulting lack of funds has left me high and dry in my home, playing with twitter and gathering a sudden influx of real followers. My faux popularity with strangers seems to be reasonably entertaining as I've recieved a mix of messages from the downight bizarre to the very complimentary.

I take it all with a pinch of salt, but flattery works wonders on me.

Bless Twitter for giving me a temporary boost to my ego. dA on the other hand is getting me down, the number of decent threads is way down and sometimes I log in, look about and then just leave. Summer is not a good time for this place and I wonder if I should go away for a month and not participate in the forums and come home again in September, when it looks brighter. Intellectually brighter.

If you want to talk me into staying, please do so below.

OK, so I'm off to find something else to do. You'll miss me, right?