I almost got myself into confusing trouble last night; I offered lnr and teleute a lift to the Calling, and then lzz asked for a lift for her and drswirly, and I said yes to both (I can carry four passengers believably enough) and then found out that the former lot were planning to bring ewx as well. Fortunately, Gareth decided not to go and Liz found her own transport, which made life easy again. For a moment there I felt like a major airline, deliberately overbooking a flight and trusting that enough cancellations will happen to avoid serious trouble.

The Calling itself was, well. Um. It seemed like quite a good Calling as far as I could tell, but for some reason I managed to disappear into my own mind for most of it, and spent a while staring at walls trying to understand strangenesses going on inside my head. Then I went mopey because for a while everyone I tried to talk to seemed to have someone else they wanted to talk to more (probability theory predicts that this is bound to happen every so often simply by bad luck, but it's still no fun when it does), and so I spent rather too much time oscillating between states of trance-like self-insight and rather pathetic moping and not nearly enough having fun spending time with nice people. Thanks to LNR in particular for trying to cheer me up, with some success.

Today my digestion has apparently been having mood swings, alternating between ‘you're in the doghouse, mister’ and ‘feed me pork pies NOW’. I hope it sorts itself out by this evening…