Whoops!

Had a really good night last night floating on a cloud of sleep-deprivation. (I actually felt more sober at the END of the night as alcohol intake was more than matched by caffeine, which dispelled the strange whirling buzz the world was making at about 5pm before I even started drinking) Am now even more convinced than ever that mopeyness last weekend was 1% situation and 99% PMT, making me even more determined to make it to a Family Planning place this week (or even my doctors as just remembered they run one) and get back on the injection.

This morning I remembered I had houseplants.

It turns out they have suffered more than me this week from my hectic workload. I bought houseplants on the grounds you have to replace them less often than flowers. This may turn out to be a massive misconception. They were somewhat crispy, and are now soaking in what is rappidly becoming a bowl of plant soup.

Next LJ update likely to include the phrase: "Plants drowned. Oops"

I probably, on reflection, shouldn't be allowed to get a dog.

On the plus side, I cooked an egg this morning and it didn't go bang once.