Whisky Live

I'm all whiskied out. For me, I know it's time to bail out when all the whisky starts to taste the same, regardless of what it is. That time, for me, was around 7pm. I have a ticket for tomorrow (yeah, today, if you want to be pedantic about it, but I don't see anyone raising their hand), I don't actually know if I'll be attending. See how I feel in the morning, I guess. I wasn't going to go for long tomorrow anyway; there's a Zokutou meet on, which might not be terribly well attended but will be attended by me at least; and hopefully verlaine and elvichar and squirmelia.

On the subject of which, I ought to do some more writing sometime soon. There's my NaNoWriMo novel to edit, plus a fantasy project that keeps kicking around in my head and has been kickstarted by some unfortunately lost discussions in the Zokutou forums.

I also think it's time for bed. G'night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.

Zokutou, and stuff

So, the Zokutou meet happened, and was attended pretty much as expected. We now have a manifesto. It's somewhere, on my notepad, and is probably worth publishing somewhere.

I didn't go to Whisky Live today, as I feared I would not. I just took too long to get myself moving. Well, it's now nearly 10pm, and I could do with something to eat. Might as well put the telly on as well, it's awfully silent in here, now that I've noticed.