Ain't got nothing to say

It's true, I'm afraid. I have been . . . not exactly lazy . . . more like over occupied this past few days.

Okay, I've been lazy, but only a little. Most of the weekend has been spent either enjoying myself or recovering from enjoying myself. Clubbing on Thursday, Cinema on Friday (watched Reign of Fire, which wasn't nearly as bad as I was expecting, although I had major issues with the female lead's ability to keep her appearance so well groomed), family barbecue on Saturday, Jen's barbecue yesterday (which was fun, although I think I drank too much), and a visit to the Cove of the Hopeless for Bank Holiday Monday (went as part of the village's annual weekend of festivities, which included such delights as grown men racing milk churns, a man singing American Pie in the club style and seeing one of Elydian's close friend's dressed as a horse).

Needless to say, far too much drink, too many burgers, sausages and burnt pieces of chicken, and too much exposure to the sun (seeing that I typically have the tolerance to the sun of a vampire) has meant that I have got very little writing done. I did manage to post a review (or was it two?), and I've given some more thought to some short stories--namely the Serendip Competition Piece. And that's about it. With any luck I'll have a bit more progress to report tomorrow.

Either that or some more excuses.

Later . . .