(I'm sure I'll run out of sci-fi movie titles to cross reference soon)

Started reading a book called The Shack this morning. At least five people have told me I should read it and then, unprompted, Sarah came home with it for me. How do you like those odds. It's about thus guy called Mack who winds up in a shack (natch) with God. Maybe someone is trying to tell me something. Let y'all know what it's like sometime over the next couple of days.

(Not sure that I agree with this depiction of God however that I stole from some random site... I know loads of people with beards longer than that who are at least half his age. Actually, now I think about it, one or two of them may not be far off...)

Am getting most stressed about writing at the moment. Completely unable to do anything constructive because every spare minute is filled with something Christmassy to do - be it going to a school play or concert right across the board to visiting people and driving around. I may take work off the menu until after Christmas and simply spend the time plotting and wrapping up the ideas from earlier this year - that might put some karmic petrol in the tank for the new year.

Have decided to start my 101 x 1001 early by going to give blood on Friday afternoon - that's a great one to cross off the list, even if it's not finished yet.

In simpler news, picked up Chinese Democracy today - it's very, very good. May post a full review but a part of me wants not to. Maybe I should just enjoy it for what it is instead of dissecting it.

Shoot. Can't remember what it was that came from beneath the sea now either...