All this alleged end of the world crap has me thinking that I may have to spend a large portion of 2012 shooting people for talking shit about the mayan calendar. Also, just for pronouncing it "expresso" but that was probably going to happen anyway.
Also, about halfway through both my main stories for Don't Panic! 3, with a fake ad done already, all is well. I'm just waiting for the universe to fuck me over big time.
So, cycling home last night, I swerve to avoid something that ran out in front of me, clipped a roadworks sign and came off the bike. I am currently resting, but fucking hell, I am agonised. I'm just hoping this won't delay Don't Panic! 2 (which I've been working on, hence lack of blogging.) but since my writing hand hurts second most, I'm not optimistic. Shit.
And I missed photoshop being delivered. Double shit.