hermes

To say things have been a little bit hectic is possibly something of an understatement. Since New Year I have been to Norwich, Wakfield and Derby. I have been a celtic witch, a New York gangster from the 1920s and a over-zealous Mega City Judge. I have helped the Fantastic Four rescue Reed Richards, guided some Victorians in building a railway, and overseen the conclusion of a modern story in New York which lies somewhere between the Lost Boys and 24. I have spent 2000 on a new kitchen and have spent many hours trying find the right floor/wall tiles to go with it. I have wasted many more hours playing Eve Online and have just been accepted into their volunteer GM program. All good, but I'm now really starting to miss the SGUK love...

In other news my mum's now been written off by the doctor for depression for over a month, which is weird as she's previously been a very strong, stubborn and independent person. Every time I've seen her she's seemed fine, which has further compounded the weirdness. I can't tell whether she's holding something back or whether he's getting back to her normal self or what *shrugs*

In other less-than-happy news one of my best friends was diagnosed with testicular cancer and although they operated as soon as they found out it looks like it's not over for him, and he should be on his third round of chemo this week, poor bastard. Although he's clearly losing weight he otherwise seems pretty good and rather nonchalant regarding his predicament. Him and his other half have moved their wedding forward to this summer, I suspect partly just for her piece of mind. Fingers xssed it all works out there.

I guess in both cases although I'm there for them and can say all the right things, there isn't anything I can do that would *actually* make a tangible difference to their conditions. I don't like feeling useless, powerless, or whatever you want to call it...