This morning's news about Livejournal's upcoming move to Russia has me wrongfooted a bit. I suspect I'm in a bit of a minority among my friends in that I have automatic payments going -- once again I fall between the chaotic artists and the tidy programmers like a semi-coherent pelican in a semi-organised wilderness. Of course, now I come to think of it, those automatic payments are coming off an expired card (although I have until the end of January to put my affairs in order). Is it time to move on? I'm almost out of image space and most of the new features don't interest me so much.
You can tell I'm sobbing into my gin and tonic as I write this, can't you...
Twitter keeps telling me how much fun other people are having, and I'm stuck here with a stomach full of dead intestinal flora (I'm not sure but I'm blaming last week's flu) waiting for my rosti to rost. And blue hair, though, so it's not all bad.
I just wish I was a bit better at all of it, though.