Dragons

In which I commit an infidelity.

Honey Monster

In which I submerge.

Love me, love my spastic upper quadrant

In which I am far cooler than I knew.

Improvements

In Which Life Gets Better

Shoot for the Stars

In which I get covered in a slick of cocoa butter.

Tonight We Fly

In which I learn why you shouldn't by bath bombs off Ebay.

Some days

In which I fuck up.

Radiohead vs Baths

In which I do not bathe, because everyone is an idiot.

Honey

Thursday, I was in work at 8am.  By 2pm, I was fantasising about my bath, and figured maybe I should break out another Enchanter, so I would smell of sexy oranges all day today. I had an end point in my head for Thursday.  A place I wanted to get to before I finished.  7:30pm …

One Day. Two Baths.

So I binned out a networking event I was supposed to go to, in favour of a takeaway, and a second bath. I hate networking events, they are largely inaccessible to me.  Whatever the set up is, they always involve being able to move easily around the room, while making polite conversation, and having to …