In reverse order...

It's Sunday, and I'm about to go to bed when I've written this journal entry. Tomorrow is work. Blech. Just got home in time to say good night to bacony. Am somewhat disappointed with the amount of time I have spent with her this week - my usual excuse is that I'm on the other side of the Pennines, but this week I've been sleeping at random people's houses and we haven't intersected much. Plus she's been at work, which hasn't helped.

( The before times... )

Somewhere along the way I had a chat with bacony about her alcoholism concerns. Turns out that people had been taking her comments entirely out of context and, indeed, completely misinterpreting them. Apparently it was not that she wanted me to drink less but rather that she didn't want stsquad to try to get me drunk at the party ("and see who I would get off with"). And she never said that I can't get out of bed without an alcopop. Apparently her words were more along the lines of "He doesn't drink before noon, but then he never gets up before noon..."

Of course, that is only her side of the story, but since it is a first hand account and not filtered through Nook I shall put somewhat more stock in it.

Oh - allegedly the Maelstrom mailshot goes out today. Upon its arrival, and upon inward digestion of the rules, I shall begin to entertain offers of group membership. If you want me in your group, show me the love.