Still slightly green around the gills

Did I ever mention - probably not, because it's nothing I'm proud of - that I'm mortally afraid of driving? Being driven, rather, because I don't have a licence. What other people suffer (rather more fashionably, I daresay) on a plane, I suffer in a car - not while driving in the city at a moderate velocity. But when on the motorway... 

Janine and I decided to go back to Vienna today (instead of tomorrow, as originally planned), and I'm feeling completely exhausted from 1,5 hours of driving. It's ridiculous, I know. Anyway, I'll read the friends page tomorrow. Right now, I have to relax.

Oh, and for the record: exchange fic growing nicely - it's at about 14000 words now and promises to become very long indeed.

Now, a drink, a cigarette and Janine's cats. That ought to set things right.