It's late. I can't sleep.
Distracted by Ironman on telly.
So many things i wanna do to Mr R. Downey Jr. None of it publishable.
Staring at the 6's Value Pack of Rainbow cardamon-flavoured evaporated milk.
The plan is to bring it back home to whip up a, i quote -'fucking power'- unquote batch of marsala tea. And if all goes well, if sheer willpower pulls me out of bed in approx 8 hrs time, if i manage to maneuver successfully around the city centre and find my way to Krispie Kremes, if all goes well, we'll have an awesome combination of marsala tea and donuts on friday evening.
Whee!
Everyone's invited!



why can't i pack all of you into my check-in bag each time i leave?