Often, after the sort of traffic experience that generally makes other people burn off the excess adrenaline by some freestyle swearing and gesticulation, I wonder if what actually happened was that I died on the road back there and I just think I'm beetling on with the rest of my life out of inertia.
I'm starting to get the impression that my 'social' 'media' 'profile' would likely become quite something if I just shut up and posted more pictures of more inanimate objects
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Went to York for A SF(F) Convention. Had a surprisingly good time. Drank ale, talked rubbish, accidentally books. Also shot mouth off about writing, which will no doubt serve me right in due course.