Woke up. Got dressed in superhero costume then regular street clothes over the top.
Checked email. Transfered money needed to pay credit cards from checking account to savings account.
Tidied up apartment in a vague way by moving bits of paper from one place to another.
Lucy came round, watched football and bought some of my furniture in preparation for having the property valued and selling up.
Went out for fish and chips.
Marvelled at the special Saturday spectacle of minor celebrities and has-beens embarrassing themselves on national television while other minor celebrities provided mindless commentary.
Went to work and drank Coca Cola, symbol of Free West. Music with a catchy bassline came on in the background. Hordes of dancers appeared out of nowhere and we broke out into a spontaneous performance for five minutes in strongly backlit artificial rain.
Snuck out and saved the city during a pre-recorded item.
Went home and slept the sleep of The Just.
Skin tight dreams of superheroines in peril and satisfying out of body experience which editor replaced with angst-filled introspection and a Doctor Strange chapter full of psychic robots in final published book.
Cool David Bowie soundtrack over end credits.