Just general blah blah blahing.
I'm about a page away from finishing the next chapter of Damned, which will make it the quickest one I've written in months. When I first started this part I thought it was going to drag on for months and months because it was all about Buffy's angst and there was no Faith, but I'm zipping through it right now.
Veronica Mars 3 starts tomorrow - and about damn time. It's on Trouble this year instead of Living and I have no idea why, but it was lucky I happened to be watching 'How I met your mother' the other day or else I'd never have known about it.
Haven't had to do no jury service so far, but I have been called back in tomorrow afternoon so maybe this is where I'll get on a case. Although all my nerves about it have disapeared now and I think it would be really interesting to sit on a jury, more of me's hoping I just get sent home again because that's how I'm getting so much written. Well, we'll see.
I've had what I think is food poisoning since the very early hours of Sunday morning. I went to a barbeque Saturday night and ate what I later discovered to be a piece of very undercooked chicken. At the time I was drunk and thought nothing of it, the next morning however I had no choice but to think of it and I had plenty of time to think of it too while I was sat on the loo for over an hour in a strangers house.
You remember the American Pie film, the first one I mean, where Finch can only go #2 at home - that's me. Now remember the bit where Stiffler spiked his lunch with laxatives - that was me Sunday morning. Not fun. I'm only just starting to feel better. Better enough to open a beer to celebrate finishing this chapter, but I think it will only be the one and I'll probably even regret that!
Shit happens.
Veronica Mars 3 starts tomorrow - and about damn time. It's on Trouble this year instead of Living and I have no idea why, but it was lucky I happened to be watching 'How I met your mother' the other day or else I'd never have known about it.
Haven't had to do no jury service so far, but I have been called back in tomorrow afternoon so maybe this is where I'll get on a case. Although all my nerves about it have disapeared now and I think it would be really interesting to sit on a jury, more of me's hoping I just get sent home again because that's how I'm getting so much written. Well, we'll see.
I've had what I think is food poisoning since the very early hours of Sunday morning. I went to a barbeque Saturday night and ate what I later discovered to be a piece of very undercooked chicken. At the time I was drunk and thought nothing of it, the next morning however I had no choice but to think of it and I had plenty of time to think of it too while I was sat on the loo for over an hour in a strangers house.
You remember the American Pie film, the first one I mean, where Finch can only go #2 at home - that's me. Now remember the bit where Stiffler spiked his lunch with laxatives - that was me Sunday morning. Not fun. I'm only just starting to feel better. Better enough to open a beer to celebrate finishing this chapter, but I think it will only be the one and I'll probably even regret that!
Shit happens.