it is so freaking hot

note how ironical my icon is, on account of it's so freaking hot right now.


i am done with christmas. well, nearly anyway. i just got back from the market and it was crazy insane. little old ladies fighting to the death over turkeys and shootouts over the last parking spot and folk getting shanked in the deli. i saw a nasty incident in the fruit & veg involving a shopping cart and a greek woman. not pretty at all.

there was free wine tasting though, and that makes everthing happy, even at 9.30am. or maybe especially at 9.30am. it made the whole thing much more amusing at any rate. i got a nice dry white for christmas day and a yummy muscat because i'm all out of sleeping pills.

i have spent a bizillion dollars on food and now i am in the poor house. but it's a poor house with loads of yummy treats, so that's okay.


i feel as though i should say something about the title for book 7, but meh. at least it's not 'harry potter and the happy horcrux hunt'.