I gotta fill up that space or fill up that no-space. I'll fill it up with tears.

• Let's hope the US doesn't declare war on Sparta.

• God Hates Fags: a Scottish perspective. (Fred Phelps having turned his attentions to Sweden.)

So much for April Whitby. My boss booked the last two weeks of April several months ago. And I'm marked as on-call for those two weeks, though I'll be making that only the second week. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuck fuck fuckitty fuck. We've already put a deposit on the cottage; redcountess and arkady are seriously discussing going up without me. To party with you kids while I keep vital financial machinery clunking! How profoundly annoying.

Arkady and I met up with webcowgirl and shadowdaddy yesterday. I secured many Gudangs. Arkady took Squeeek to the vet again today because of a slight myco flareup, but we have bright green antibiotics and all should be fine.

Tomorrow night, should Liz be well enough, Arkady and I plan to show at the Disco! Does anyone reading this journal still go there?