Ahh, the morning after the night before. Went to see Abney Park (Steampunk band) in London last night, and, today, as a direct result from that, I'm enjoying:

[list][*] Oh god the hangover
[*] Oh god I danced too hard and now my neck basically feels like it's been bolted on with rusty nails
[*] Oh god a migraine too[/list]

So I'm basically sitting in a dark room whimpering and telling myself it'll all be okay.

In other news, I'm taking it that, for those of you that haven't yet posted, when the crucial and now bleedingly obvious plot point happens, I can just kick us along?