In which I get excited by some junk mail.
In which I achieve more than I expected.
In which nothing much happens.
In which I have not even investigated the Lush Valentine's range yet, but still have the audacity to blog.
In which the stupid people invade my brain, but I have gin.
In which I mix Baclofen, alcohol, bathing, Jesus, and Dolly Parton
In which I get mauled by a phlebotomist.