Bowling For Soup

The weather is raw. Freezing cold and the wind brings drizzle that's sharp when you have no scarf or gloves. I walked home alone today.

The day has been, well, honestly okay. In the morning, I got an unexpected gift - a chocolate Eeyore lollipop from cucharita - and I seem to have made plans with people to do stuff... Jane agreed to go and see The Two Towers with me! That's Sunday, I think... her, me, and emerald_embers. I would ask Becca to come, but I think that's the day she's going to Tony's Riverdancing thank-you-for-supporting-me-there's-free-alcohol bash/gig/whatever.

And yes... chanandlerbong, cucharita and _vertigo and me are all going to see Bowling For Soup. It won't be bad... on the 20th, the Thursday before half term, so the timing's not too bad, and a gig's a gig.

And apart from that? I was startled at the sheer volume of mash-slash messages, so I plan to plough through those next. If I finish the Flagg fic tonight, now tentatively titled "Shattering Glass", I may even post it.

I'm tired now.