My brother went off to America. *sad* Stupid Indianapolis. Stupid Formula One Grand Prix.

With any luck there won't be as much utter, utter metal carnage as last week. That was quite something. (spoiler warning - also read the sections from the bottom up to make chronological sense)

Last Sunday's was the first race I've watched in a while, and a chaotic one. I discovered that I still enjoy it to a moderate degree; I still don't think I'm going to waste that much time every fortnight watching it, though. I will snag the Indy one, in case they're in the crowd, though I've no idea where they're sitting.

Slen took a book with him to read. *evil grin* Yes, that one (which he's already finished once, of course - we read quickly round here), and a Neal Asher or two as well.

I may be using his computer while he's away. I have an Oblivion addiction that has been woefully denied over the last three months.

My mother's going into hospital on Thursday for the weekend, which I mention last and fleetingly only because I don't want to give details.