It... is amazing how many different, stupidly trivial things¹ are conspiring sequentially to kick my ass right now.

This afternoon, for example, it's my back that apropos of nothing is deciding to ache. Lying down as still as my restless sleeping habits² will allow hasn't seemed to help as much as I'd hoped.

Apologies to anyone who's waiting for me to post anywhere. I'm currently trying (again) to write posts for the two boards for which I remember owing posts.

Well, whinge whinge. Today I had German lounge music played to me in the car (mum never told me she had German lounge music, the scalawag!) and briefly got to flick through a copy of Tim Powers' The Anubis Gates in Finnish. Also watched V for Vendetta, which is mighty fine if you're a happy little vaguely anarchist Englishdog who hasn't read the comic book and quietly fan-hearts Stephen Fry.

*wonders what the Finnish for "clown" is*