After work was fund-raising for torchies, which was good. Accosting people with fliers is always fun. Hell, accosting people in general is fun, but this time I had a reason for it. And then off down the pub, where I sat tiredly with a couple of drinks until deciding to head back.
Had a random moment of realisation on the way back: I live in Edinburgh. Something I have wanted to do for the past *mumble* years. An ambition I had. And I've gone and fucking done it. It hadn't even began to sink in until this point, then suddenly a hammer-blow to my head. I'm here. No more striving to escape the black hole that is Hull's field of soul-destroying crap. No more need to get out of a dead-end job with a boss who hates me because I'm good at my job and still slack off. I'm here, and before I even realise that the city feels like home to me. I love it here.
So yes. Still not dead.
Getting behind with editing and ZPI-ing and not using my local bookmarks and so on. Going to catch up and then issue a general reminder of feeds and the like. Offering them now would be pointless.
In other news: less than 100 posts before I hit the LJ milennium. I don't know whether to be proud, or just post meaningless angst.
