There's no place like home

Boy, am I glad to be back. Even though there's nobody here to talk to, it's been two weeks since I slept in my own bed and I've been looking forward to it for about two most of that time.

As most of you know, I've spent the week in hospital. I would have told you more, but it was a huge effort simply posting the two single-sentence articles that you saw. That's not just because I was drained and delerious; I did have long periods of competence and lucidity. It was more of a technological hurdle.

Still, I did manage to catch up on a few chapters of Scary-go-round. That's a sexy and exciting comic for everyone (that is girls as well as dudes). It's a student-age comedy that's a little bit England, a little bit gothic horror, and a whole lot of sass. Adventurous ladies, consider the SGR archives next time you run out of television recaps to read but still need procrastination fuel.

I'm feeling much better every day that goes by; thanks for all your support, folks! Your comments, e-mail and phone calls have all been remarkably heartening.

So what happened?

I know that some of you are still wondering how I wound up in hospital. Well, stay tuned and I'll explain. I'm in the middle of a festival report that's been running chronologically so far; the story follows on quite naturally from that report since it's all been one epic holiday adventure.

See you all tomorrow!