I'm not going to chicago after all, at least not for a month or two at the soonest, february at the latest (assuming it happens at all). My tomorrow night the Frenchman is more or less out of my life for ten months and it is entirely likely that I am going to get a little drunk, nay fucking paralytic in celebration. Everyone is meeting in some pub or other for a few drinks so I plan on coming home first to get loaded up on whatever is lurking at the back of the cupboard, I'm pretty sure Vodka, White Rum, Cherry Brandy, some sort of herbal banana liquer and golden nuggest breakfast cereal should do the trick. The irony is that I'm going to be in too good a mood to tell him what I actually think of him - I can only hope I'm in a good enough mood to be sick on him I guess.
I'm reading the dictionary of angels at the moment, I never realised there were quite so many of them. Warren Ellis posted a short story today where he mentions that 10,500,000 angels gathered every day to greet the new dawn and looking at the figures in the book it's not all that unbelievable since there were supposedly 400,000,000 of them to begin with (133,330,000 of those fell after the war). The most interesting little fact I read so far was that according to revelations itself there are still demons in heaven - heaven it would seem has bad neighbourhoods too. The church doesn't tend to acknowledge that bit since they don't want people thinking there's a chance that once they die they'll end up in heaven's equivalent of Rialto or Detroit.