clawfoot needs people to write postcard fiction.

[baratron]

Things that are made of win: excellent curry last night.

Things that are made of lose: the delicious curry disagreed with my digestive system and I've spent the past 20 hours belching & farting. And I only got 4 hours sleep because of the pain.

I suspect stealth dairy. Bah.

So this post isn't entirely about my intestines, I shall mention that clawfoot is doing a project and needs people to write extremely short stories. That will be orders of magnitude more pleasant!