I have been thoroughly failing to keep up with LJ again. If there's something on, please tell me here. Hard to keep up with text telly and be creative — the UnNews is just jumping into the net without me even thinking about it. It's half way through the month and I've only done about eleven and a half thousand words, so it's not quite NaNoWriMo. Also, people might actually read it.
We looked at and applied for a lovely house on Saturday and
redcountess and
arkady paid the deposit today. Of course I WON'T THINK ABOUT IT unless and until we get it because THE DEAL'S NOT DONE UNTIL THE DEAL IS DONE. No it isn't. ... Lovely house, though.
Today was a pounding sodomite of a day at work, with me being the only one actually in until 12:30, when another co-sufferer showed up to cope with the industrial-grade stupid. It's very special being out of Christmas lockdown. I had to work!
From Friday evening (hence no Dreadnought. Bugger.) until the following Friday morning I am on call. As such, I am hereby putting out a call for people to meet me and GO OUT FOR A DRINK or ten tomorrow, Wednesday and/or Thursday. I'm looking at you ... And then of course there are people to visit me by day next week! There's a pub down the street in need of investigation ...