He's still asleep.
Either he's knackered (which I guess I can relate to), or I've bored him already. (Wouldn't be the first blog-friend who's fallen asleep on me through boredom.)
They don't provide you with a virtual stick with which to prod him, do they?
I say it's a 'he', I'm not sure though.
But seeing as I'm probably going to be talking to it rather a lot (well, it beats talking to myself), I should give it a name.
(I am well aware that we are perilously close to entering the realms of 'imaginary friend' creation here.)
I think he looks like a Sigmund to me. Yes. Sigmund.
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