So I'm thinking about ordering a takeaway pizza, and paying for it with my credit card. There is something about sitting around all day doing nothing that makes me loathe cooking. COOKERY THOU ART A BASTARD. Or maybe it is just that I loathe cooking only for myself. And all my family are away doing *stuff*. By family of course I do mean husband and housemates, but having been rejected by my real family on account of my being a spider, they shall have to act as surrogates. Not that I'm asking any of them to give birth to me. Man, I've been there and done that and it was obviously so traumatising that I can't even remember it.

So it snowed here. I tried to take some photographs of the beautiful tree in my garden but the useless battery on my very expensive camera ran out, and I can't find the charger. One of my friends who is unlucky enough to live in Navan, was completely snowed in today, having had two feet of snow in the night. Err, what country is this again? I'm not liking these extremes we're starting to experience. It makes me worry that an inch of ice will melt in Antarctica and flood all of Europe. AND I HAVE NO BOAT. Perhaps I should think about investing in a boat, although I've already gots debts with the credit union up the yin yang and they're unlikely to indulge any more of my suspicious loan requests. I was lucky enough that all I got was a few raised eyebrows when I asked for the four grand for the face lift. I hope they don't find out I spent that on chocolate!

I have been listening to the very beautiful and slightly frightening Tori Amos all day. There is a certain palatable insanity about her music. Well, less about her music and more about the way that she sings; she sort of sounds like a half-crazed animal. I honestly envy that. No matter what I do I seem to sound like a choirgirl. Maybe I need to get roughed up a little, you know - live in the wild, or the bronx or something for a bit.

I got twenty five bucks and a cracker, do you think it's enough to get us there?

I don't know, Tori, I just don't know.

neuro-praxis -- Getting That Peetsah