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It feels like all I can do is snooze. Which, y'know, not a bad thing, but at some point I will have to start organising crap for Egypt. What the hell kind of antibiotics did the doctor put me on? My brain's all... floofy.

I bought some pretty stuff for going away yesterday though, plus I finally managed to get Pants' birthday present (thanks to the hard work and never-ending commitment of the fantabulous jaaam).

the_deb is home this evening, so I might pop over to Monkstown at some point, assuming I'm not sleeping. Which is a distinct possibility.

Kaylee ain't wrong

The best thing about summer is definitely the strawberries. Today I had a strawberry muffin, fresh pressed strawberry and apple juice, a strawberry and pineapple smoothie and I just finished off a bowl of strawberries and cream. They'd been sitting in sugar and a wee bit of balsamic vinegar since this afternoon. Not unlike hot sex on toast, in the grand scheme of things.

I've often thought that if I was the sort of person to ever contemplate suicide, it would be the thought of strawberries that would stop me. Or tea. Strawberries and tea. Of course, if there was some sort of nuclear holocaust and there were no strawberries or tea left in the world, then all bets are off. Actually, that would probably hasten things up a bit.

Mmm, strawberries.