So my access to LJ is getting worse in some exciting ways; the landing page is now so scrambled that I can't find the 'log out' button, and access to comments is practically impossible. (Previously, I could answer them, just with a measure of exquisite slowness. Now there is no answering of anything at all.) Assume that I am down for the count until you hear otherwise. More importantly, assume that I absolutely will not see anything posted only and exclusively to Livejournal. Figuring 'oh, she knows' and carrying on your merry way is now officially a good way to cause confusion, because I do not know at all.

(Ironically, I can still post, although the posting page looks like it was coded in 1995. I'm having some vicious flashbacks. It's distressing.)

We have an Amy McNally all safe and sound and totally passed out on the couch. Her flight was delayed. Worse, her pickup was delayed, since Fishy -- who was originally planned to retrieve her, while the rest of us attended rehearsal in a fairly remote location -- came down with food poisoning, and we had to redirect her to a shuttle. But everybody's here now, and everyone's safe and alive. And I'm not even tormenting the unconscious.

Time to get to work on The Brightest Fell, but I wanted to make sure people were aware that for right now, if you want me, email me. It's seriously the only way to be sure.

I wish to note that I have made a vast and important discovery, key to the survival of mankind:

Typing is much funner post-vodka.

Like, seriously. If you haven't had vodka, the act of spelling 'vodka' correctly is nowhere near as impressive. Also, I can spell 'impressive' after the vodka. And also I can spell 'antidisestablishmentarianism' after the vodka. Even if the spellchecker doesn't think I can spell it correctly. This is because the LJ spellchecker is stupid.

Vixy has just discovered my biohazard baggies. She is not properly concerned with their missing contents. This will be funny later.

More vodka now.