I'm calmer now. Very, very slightly.

I'm sitting in front of my computer while eating my just-cooked dinner, which I made all by myself, thank you. Scrambled eggs and a baked cinnamon toast-type concoction of my own devising, with an Evian on the side. I feel like a water snob.

Breakfast for dinner is my comfort food. Tasty and calming and vaguely French, yes siree.

I get the feeling that I had something very, very important to say, but I am currently very, very forgetful and have little-to-no clue as to what it was. And closer to the 'no' side of things, too.

Happy birthday, David Bowie.