I will beat this 'Bah! Humbug!' disease

The weather is driving me mental at the minute. Despite carrying an umbrella today I arrived at work today in clothes that could only be described as moistened. I didn't wear a raincoat otherwise I'd be further moistened from the inside due to the heat and humidity as well.

It's not been all bad though: I read Jonathan Lethem's Motherless Brooklyn, which I expected to be somewhat similar to his Fortress of Solitude going from the title. How wrong I was! It's a bloody brilliant book and it has made me curious enough to think about checking out some of his other books too.

My bicycle's inner tube truly knackered, as evidenced by the valve coming out when attempting to inflate the tyre. Annoying, but this was tempered by my landlord replacing the drainage pipe from our washing machine that somebody stole. Who steals a tube from a washing machine? Bong builders? Probably not in Japan. Anyway, it's been a week of mixed blessings, a bloody tiring week at that, and I think I'll be in bed early instead of typing up sections of the novel in progress, of which the second draft has passed the halfway mark.