Hey, I'm not tense

[desperance]

So I slept really badly last night, and I don't like to talk about my dreams, but. I dreamed that doctors had to remove my tongue. And I was tolerably sanguine about it, actually, but. There was the simple upset, that I'd never eat again; and that was balanced by the fact that I'd never have to do a convention panel again; but.

Anyway. Moving on: I have spent the morning sitting here staring at Pandaemonium, and I dunno. *flails*

In rather better news, m'friend Simon Morden has been shortlisted for the Philip K Dick award. So that's something. I shall allow him to buy me a beer next week. I'm good like that.

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[lamentables]

Ow. Ow! Ow? That's really dark.