I’ve been cleaning all day, (if anyone knows how to troubleshoot a lava lamp, I would be grateful for suggestions), with short visits of Alistair dropping things off. In a shocking display of unusual behaviour, I decided to actually eat the food I’d made earlier. Perogies & sour cream in the soothing light of my singing computer. In theory, a good idea, what with strummy pop on and some amusing media to pore through. Instead, I got distracted by a Jones Soda label on my desk. So! You! The Reader! I really don’t know why I bothered to do this, but I think it’s Your fault. Vote for me here.