The Revolution Will be Televised

Nightmare-inspired adrenaline highs can take hours to wear off, this I know. Even so, I find myself rhetorically asking why was I a(n ex-)member of a cult, being chased through semi-detached suburbia by said members in a Mini Cooper that kept getting smaller? And why did the cult dress in rough cloth and travel in bathtubs full of ink on the top deck of a number 68 (I think) First Bus to Linlithgow Cross? It tells me that I need to go to bed less worried about things that I cannot change.

Open Mic Challenge: Answer those two questions.

Apologies to people at the quiz. I got there, sat down, and promptly went 'aaargh' at the volume of people/lack of space. Way too many people for such a small table. Hence my buggering off shortly after getting there.

One day I'll collate all of my ToDos into a useful list. Then I might have an idea of what projects I've left hanging rather than having to post to LJ as soon as I remember them. and then forgetting as soon as I have a night of little/crap sleep.

In other news:

Anyone have any preferences as to the fourth Artemis Hemingway story?

Twenty to four on the last day of the year. Pissing it down with rain and I just realised I need bru. Nothing to do until later, when the parties and the drinking start.

What's everyone doing? Talk to me.