Cheers and great rejoicing: plastersaint.net is up and working. And hosting, which might give me somewhere to flee when viscerate.com runs out and I have to hide because I can't afford to keep it going any more. I'd better make a decision about that soon, actually, since it runs out in June, I think.

Gulp.

Meanwhile, I'm still a little bit in freefall from that shock I got last night. Caught a little by words in email this morning, but merely slowed, not stopped. I'm hoping that by the time I have breakfast and a shower I will have my feet under me and be capable of writing that damn Confucianism essay today. I really need to, because I've got one on neo-liberalism due Tuesday that I haven't started yet. I'm coming the closest I've ever been to completely not getting an essay done, and it's scaring the crap out of me.