Copious amounts of hot cider left me feeling a good deal less cold, a good deal more sleepy. Just caught myself nodding off a minute ago, atypical.

Watcher at the nexus of the five worlds falling asleep at his post, what's the multiverse coming to?

Comic books, Michael Moorcock, WTF?

Really, WTF?

Had bits of 'Kubla Khan' running through my head a while ago, intermixed with bits of the movie Xanadu & that fucking Rush song. It never stops.