Om nom nom Russell Crowe.

...Yeah, I got nothing. I have writing I am putting off doing. Even though I... actually want to do it. I have a procrastination problem.

I am - I am sort of relieved that the anonymeme that is going around has maxed out on comments. Because I was sort of thinking about doing it, and that, for me, is just... not a good idea. On the one hand, I have a more or less crippling fear of being talked about behind my back, so the temptation to invite people to come right the fuck out and say it is a strong one. But on the other, I am weak, and underneath my Crusty Exterior actually care a lot about what people think of me - and thus would no doubt be much better off holding onto my illusions. A sudden storm of brutal honesty would probably send me screaming for the hills, looking for a cave in which to hide and never come out.

On that note, though: LJ's IP logging doohickey is always off, here. If at any time you do have something to say, seriously, just do me a favour and get it over with. I'd rather know now than be paranoid about rumours later.