It took me five or so years to become fully accustomed to the fact that Alice Euphoria is actually called Alice Euphemia. Every time I read it somewhere I have to check, and am waiting to gloat when I find someone else who makes the same mistake.

"Sometimes the fluffy bunny of incredulity zooms round the bend so rapidly that the greyhound of language is left, agog, in the starting cage." - David Mitchell and the other myriad pearls in The Cloud Atlas are making the concept of this weekend with nothing to do an an interstate boyfriend extremely appealing.

I've been drinking black instant coffee the past few days, because black coffee reminds me of mum and I'm only going to drink milky coffee when I really crave it now. Like this afternoon, with rice and peanut balls as a substitute for chocolate, because it's too rainy to venture across the road to 7-11.