My father seems to have left without so much as an angry note - this is a good thing.
I have music - this is a good thing.
I have an excuse to read an extract from Poppy Z Brite to an audience of dangerously normal people and freak them out. This is possibly not a good thing, but it's certainly an evil laugh one...
Anyway. Enough rambling. I could really do with getting some sleep tonight, so I shall endeavour to head in that direction shortly.