Oh, bloody hell.
Every so often I forget I have a blog.
Anyway: poultry is in the oven, 15 minutes from carving, serving, and being devoured. I'm at mum's, and happy to be here. Soon there will be tryptophan-induced comalike states.
I hope all y'all have suitably social/familial milieus in which to achieve similar states of button-popping drowsiness.
Unless you're not an American, in which case, have a decent Thursday and enjoy work tomorrow.
Me, I'm off until Monday. I have tales of technical prowess re: digital camera and iPod repair to tell, and cartoons to create. There has been a Big Wacky about lately, mostly in my brain. I've been oppressed by pharmaceuticals, but have escaped, and as always, this means toons. Toon toon toon toons!
W00t.
Must go and carve bird carcass now.
