These little problems, they're not yours, they're mine

Apologies to anyone who was looking for me on AIM tonight-- all two of you!-- but I was asked to an Oktoberfest gathering and my willpower against beer and sausages took a hit, as well as the fact it was being hosted by the family of one of my best high school friends. So I went, was the youngest person there by a good twenty five years, and generally sat in the corner, drinking beer and eating sausage and listening to my friend's father tell me all about his alcoholic father. I've had weirder nights.

I always feel a bit odd about when I post about both my personal life and my fandom mutterings at the same time, so here they are, divided neatly in two.

( The meatworld jabber! )

( Various fandom-goo! )

I am in a sort of tri-mood state, where I fluctuate through a genial sort of rage, inexplicable paranoia, or quiet laidbackness. I think it's hormones.