Ridiculous Ramblings, Really

There are 11 people in this flat right now, two dogs and a cat. And I am the only one of them that is awake. (Ok, I think I saw one of the dogs twitch earlier).
Following my tradition of not doing much at NYE, I went to bed yesterday at 9, slept until Midnight, did the requisite phone-calls and then slept until the flatmates and the guests came back from the Brandenburg Gate. Then it was talking, Bleigießen, food and just general hanging around until about 3, when the flatmates decided to go to bed. The guests decided that bed wasn't as exiting an idea as playing Singstar for a few hours. And I decided that with over ten people wanting a use of the bathroom this morning maybe taking a shower in the middle of the night would be a good idea.
All in all, not the most traditional of NYE setups but it was fun.

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As can probably be seen by the verboseness of the previous paragraph, my sort-of new-years-resolution is to use my LJ more. Because my memory is a fickle thing and my life is speeding by me at the moment and if I don't try to preserve at least the fleeting impression and titits I tend to write about here, I'll hit 30 soon and have no idea how that happened.

Since I haven't written a proper entry in hell-knows how long and I seem to remember at least one person (maybe hammond?) commenting on how they still feel like a stalker reading my journal, I've decided to do a bit of a combination of the "Random facts about me"-meme and an introduction-post.

So, behind the cut, you'll find sense and nonsense about the person known as ridicully. Which cut? ( This cut )

Typing this only took about 7 hours, interspaced with breakfast, seeing of the guests, tidying the flat, fearing the ringtone of my mobile and one gastric torsion (I'm on call for surgical emergencies). Now, let's see if I'll keep up with this making more entries thing.