Necropolis in Basement Kitteh!

Damn, while I was away at Eastercon, Nation States have decided to have a zombie apocalypse for April Fool's weekend, and my nation of Basement Kitteh has suddenly, instead of a population of about 9 billion, got 6 billion zombies, s and a half billion actual dead, and only 275 million living people! It's Necropolis time!

Thrones, DW and Easter, no spoilers

Yay, Game Of Thrones was great! Also, on Saturday Dr Who was pretty good- it worked as a good season premiere to introduce a new companion. Yay!

Also, I've been having the Roger Smith weekend - started drinking (with brandy) on Friday night about 6pm and haven't stopped yet (I'm even putting coffee in the bourbon, and yes, I know it's a bit naughty, but, you know, it's just weekend...). Normal service should be resumed tomorrow... That what it takes for me to cope with an Eastercon...

ETA- bourbon in the coffee, see what I mean?

I mean, I'm reasonably immune to the effects of alcoholo, but after 75 hours or so (yeah, like bear in mind I have half an hour's sleep Staruday/sunday night, so not a lot of downtime), I can get there...

So, it has taken a solid 75 hours but I've got the stage where I will totally losae the ability to really restrict what I say... I mean vocally, not typing. So it's just as well I'm at home.

Why can't visitors take a hint

I've done no fucking word of work all fucking day cos the vitisor I expected at 6:30 pm turned up at 9:30 am, and I am seriously close to stabbing the cunt in the throat.

I mean, no work, not video, can't listen to half the music I want, having a wank or a shag is right out...

There may yet be stabbing.

Especially since I've lost the ability to be diplomatic or control what I say.