Erk

It's been a busy weekend, but I'm now trying to catch up with my emails and fic writing. But first I have to eat lovely expensive pasta and drink cava (please forgive drunken, rambling emails!), and then go and talk to a friend about making them a website, niftily dodging the hippies at the local arts centre, where she's staffing the bar tonight.

I haven't asked anyone to marry me today. Maybe tomorrow, or in four years time.