Right

That is it, that is just enough, no more.

What the hell is going on in my head? Kate Bush songs, strange orgasmic breathing problems, throwing up delicious Green and Blacks chocolate, my poor scaly nose covered in olive oil, thoughts of the beautiful but bizarre Watts chapel (subject of a post I took ages over this morning and then promptly lost) dreams of a strange white nightie and now, finally, difficulties in basic oral hygiene. Took out my little toothbrush this morning, uncapped the toothpaste tube in readiness, twisted the top off the mouthwash bottle, picked up said bottle and poured the contents out all over my toothbrush.

I am losing my mind.
Right, so I can't work today but housework is going to get my attention, cos after the excellent fajita fueled weekend with squintywitch, bad_moon_rising, littlemiscowboy, evilwillow, cyanidemigraine, my dear larians and magnificent Bruce sans lj, the kitchen looks as though an enormous space burrito detonated across it. Things are getting cleaned up. And I am not wimping out of seeing chums tonight, though I may just slump in a corner like a very dull thing. No. Enough already. Life is getting back to normal, whatever that is.