It's all gone nineteen.

Or at least, I have.

(I spent part of today sitting in the rain at a deserted train station wet to the bone and carrying my heavy bag and crumpled ticket, singing 'Happy Birthday' to myself and wondering where the hell I was and how I'd get home. It has a happy ending; I rode another train in the opposite direction and actually got on the right one this time. Then I went to Supanova, which was awesome, and got swag, such as this Predacon shirt I'm currently wearing.)

Anyway,