It Gets Dark, It Gets Lonely, On The Other Side From You
Got Up. I am listening to Portishead. Probably.
Had a bit of a mixed period. Christmas was the usual mess o' fun and foodery that I enjoy. The missus surpassed herself and quite a lot of it was not actually bad for me. Pleasent lewts. I have an mp3 player of my own and now just need to learn how to work it. Good company, with only a small dose of scrote.
Blink 182 now. I am not in the mood and so will skip it. My brief game of balloonery fell afoul of not-being-bothred-itis. I may try again next year. Ah Nine Inch Nails. Much better. New Years' Eve tomorrow does not especially interest me. Its just another day in Winter as far as I can see. I might have a drink, I might not.
Television over Christmas did not enthuse me. I enjoyed Doctor Who, and the Ruby and the Smoke looked like a good adaptation but I was in the middle of a game of Order of the Stick that went on too long. The fact I have a cough is not helping.
I ought to look back over 2006 and comment on the highlights but really, apart from my work in the LRP sphere I have acheived fuck all. Laziness, for the most part, although there are some mitigating circumstances. Mind you, my LRP success has been good as far as I am concerned and left me hungry for more. My disconnect from the so-called real world continues however and that cannot be a good thing. I've also spent a year stumbling from one irritating health issue to another, which has not exactly fired me up with enthusiasm for the rest of the universe.
I will see you in 2007 I suppose, if I must. Ah Wuthering Heights now ... Needs turning up.
I've just sent off the very, very, very overdue draft of something Maelstrom related to the Pennington and it is shite. Really bad. I can't write short, as usual.
The missus is in Cumbria with her family for New Year. I suspect I will have an early night instead. I was going to go to Manchester with ed_fortune just to get out of the house but this bloody attack of man-flu has left me with no desire to do anything escept veg in the dark (the fuse has gone in the lights) and feel sorry for myself.
Oh yes. Mike Hayton turned up without warning the other night - Gog from Omega - and, despite many years passage, is still a cock. It's an ill wind ...
Bah. Pay no attention to me. I feel the urge to hibernate. Or at least eat chocolate.
Had a bit of a mixed period. Christmas was the usual mess o' fun and foodery that I enjoy. The missus surpassed herself and quite a lot of it was not actually bad for me. Pleasent lewts. I have an mp3 player of my own and now just need to learn how to work it. Good company, with only a small dose of scrote.
Blink 182 now. I am not in the mood and so will skip it. My brief game of balloonery fell afoul of not-being-bothred-itis. I may try again next year. Ah Nine Inch Nails. Much better. New Years' Eve tomorrow does not especially interest me. Its just another day in Winter as far as I can see. I might have a drink, I might not.
Television over Christmas did not enthuse me. I enjoyed Doctor Who, and the Ruby and the Smoke looked like a good adaptation but I was in the middle of a game of Order of the Stick that went on too long. The fact I have a cough is not helping.
I ought to look back over 2006 and comment on the highlights but really, apart from my work in the LRP sphere I have acheived fuck all. Laziness, for the most part, although there are some mitigating circumstances. Mind you, my LRP success has been good as far as I am concerned and left me hungry for more. My disconnect from the so-called real world continues however and that cannot be a good thing. I've also spent a year stumbling from one irritating health issue to another, which has not exactly fired me up with enthusiasm for the rest of the universe.
I will see you in 2007 I suppose, if I must. Ah Wuthering Heights now ... Needs turning up.
I've just sent off the very, very, very overdue draft of something Maelstrom related to the Pennington and it is shite. Really bad. I can't write short, as usual.
The missus is in Cumbria with her family for New Year. I suspect I will have an early night instead. I was going to go to Manchester with ed_fortune just to get out of the house but this bloody attack of man-flu has left me with no desire to do anything escept veg in the dark (the fuse has gone in the lights) and feel sorry for myself.
Oh yes. Mike Hayton turned up without warning the other night - Gog from Omega - and, despite many years passage, is still a cock. It's an ill wind ...
Bah. Pay no attention to me. I feel the urge to hibernate. Or at least eat chocolate.