Wow. I do love the flavours of American cold remedies better than UK ones (why do we not have apple & cinnamon in the UK? It's not fair), but they knock me out. Just taken a Theraflu strip, and I'm in a cherry-flavoured world of my own. Should've taken the non-drowsy with me, but I didn't think to check it, this morning. More prevention than cure – I've got that beginning-of-a-cold feeling, and if I catch it quickly, I might be able to mostly avoid it. Bloody commuting, though. And aircon. Bah. People are horrible germ-bags.

 

Apocafic plan has grown more complex again. Every time I think I've pruned it back to a sensible size, a size which will enable me to write the story I want to the (already belated) timescale, I start adding more stuff. I really want to get it perfect, though. Theoretically, it's only going to be around 5 - 6000 words long, which isn't all that much – so long as I stick to that plan. I think my soul bit is happier with Jenn, anyhow. It (almost) never gets to write smut with me.

 

I've very rudely not been replying to comments lately. Sorry 'bout that. I am reading them, and will start with the replying again soon - I'm just not altogether here, brain-wise, atm.

 

I was going to say something else, but I've forgotten what.

 

Crivens, I'd better go take the catering request down. Am going to be glared at.

I think my ears have gone funny. It's all quiet here.
 

*wanders off, dazedly*