Ahead, full throttle then

I woke up this morning with my chronic stomach condition giving me fits, so I called in sick to work, and had a go at the news and blog rounds.

It's amazing what one gets the chance to read every day in this country.

I'm going back to bed. Hopefully this is just a bad dream, but I fear that it's actually far worse than I realize.

The rush to the inevitable continues, unabated. I'm needing to put together my list of shit to get and do it before the great disaster strikes.