mrph | (no subject)

Man-eating porcupines. The snuffly death of a thousand quills. It's been one of those evenings. :-)

The scheduled game didn't quite happen, so those of us who were there sat around discussing cult TV shows, eating take-away food and generally being silly instead.

It's been a good day, topped off with good news about someone I was worrying about. So no complaints here. I think I might just finish it by going to bed before midnight, for once (I'm usually up and about 'til at least 1:30 at the moment, often closer to 3).

And, on that note, g'night world.