Apparently we will be getting snow in my part of the state (and the Co-Writer with the Longest Hair's, possibly) fairly soon. So I suppose if I'm going to buy things, it'd better be today. Times like this I really wish I had a washer/dryer in my actual flat, rather than down the block. Also, more quarters.

I feel like I'm coming down with some nasty bronchial thing. That wonderful illness that doesn't prevent me from doing stuff, but does leave me sounding (and generally being) generally gunky and nasty. Better now than later, though. Get all illnesses out of the way before the next two coming weekends, dammit.

The British Shoppe, where I used to work and still like to go, is changing hands the week after Farpoint/Katsu. So I'm going once more today while it's still the same 'format.' Oh, it'll still be open and have some of the same people working there, but it's gonna be chouberi different. 'net access (good), no more British imported stuff (bad), breakfast (good), ability to be a late-night haven for college kids (bad), serving beer (good, as long as Chuck actually listens to me re: offering Killian's - why is Killian's too much to ask?).

Enjoy beat-up Taliesin. If you have been, shut up.