Kivrin

I think I'm premenstrual; the other day I ate half a Green & Black's Maya Gold bar not merely in one sitting but in about fifteen minutes, which I didn't think was physically possible for me. (The reviewer at The Chocolate Review complained of being unable to eat more than a few squares of G&B, which I had always considered to be more a mark of quality than a cause for complaint. It's like wine; one is much less likely to get schnockered on the good stuff because it invites savoring, while plonk demands shooting and pleasant stuff invites quaffing.)

Three of my colleagues were out yesterday on various familial joys or emergencies, with a fourth leaving early because of a class. There were times when two of us were doing the work usually handled by four, and in the evening a new page was baptized by fire. My usual Wednesday night date with fried carbs was kept with more than habitual fervor. Pineapple pizza, french fries, and instant hot cider make everything better.

(And where are the last three pieces of pizza? Sitting, nicely wrapped, on the hall table at home, or possibly on the front step. If it weren't screwed to my neck I'd forget what day it was.)

( I finished TAM LIN on Saturday night. )

( also, I have been watching the new BBC YA series Merlin, which is not to be confused with anything actually having to do with Arthuriana )

( Also, there's the Tenth Doctor )