Well, just had to shell out 3 bucks for a cab home, as there's a thin coating of ice encasing everything: handrails, sidewalks, streets, steps. I've had quite enough sprains, breaks and bruises for one year, thank you very much. I'll spend the three dollars.

By the way, when I go "dark," those of my friends that have my address here in northern NY, may write me if they wish--and if you're one of my friends (you know who you are) who doesn't have it but wants it, you may sent me a message and I will give it to you. (Obviously, I won't post my real name and address on here.)

My health is rather poorly tonight, so I must cut this short. Well, I feel the shadow of something bad, looming in my future. Though my Daily Mail horoscope claims everything's coming up roses for me this month--what a load of bumf.

I was on my Dr Who fiction page, and there's this one story that's getting TONS of reads! I don't understand why, either, as it's not one of my better ones. It's a 10th Doctor story, and takes place in a cemetery in 19th Century Wales. I wrote it purely for fun, and, well, I can relate to 19th Century cemeteries, being I've spent loads of time in the one near my childhood home--so I thought it would be a bit of a lark to do a story in one--though true, it does take place 3500 miles from "my" cemetery, in a country I've never been to. As I recall, I had to do a bit of research for this story--but the plot's really lame, so I usually discount it as being a good story--apparently I'm mistaken. And, being as I became rather attached to this story, for once I don't mind being wrong.

Well, as I said, I'm not great tonight--got a bit tired of everyone noticing my "lump,"--now I know how Quasimoto must have felt--only mine's smaller and in my jaw--but I've this big red circle in the middle of it--so people couldn't miss it, I guess.

So, off to bed, to try and sleep. Then, up early and have another long day to slog through tomorrow. Nite all. Cheers.