What's Up With teh Ormazoid

Last month we were Up Over, with only hair-tearing dialup access to the Internet. I started nibbling the edges of my flist to speed up reading LJ, then suddenly went apeshit and defriended almost everyone, making only this unhelpful posting to hint at the fact. (I rudely failed to thank anyone for their kind comments at the time, too.)

We're home now, but to my astonishment I seem to be writing a novel, so I'm keeping my flist cropped for the time being. (Basically I'm using it as a drug delivery device, where the "drug"=David Tennant.)

Nobody was defriended for personal reasons, and I haven't made any friends-locked postings (I rarely make them in any case). And of course, no-one is no longer my "friend" because I'm not regularly reading their LJ right now. As I sometimes say to Jon: I just need a bit of space.