My head has been in a very strange place for the past few days.

I suspect its position was determined by temporary hormone stews.

Truth is, I do not want to shun human company entirely. And my more astute readers will have interpreted my bitter previous post to mean the following: there IS someone I know who I would dearly,dearly love to accompany me on romantic and sexy adventures in which we pretend to be pirates. But enough of that, or you’ll think I’m sentimental. And also, I fear the person to whom this refers will read this and use it to his advantage; not that he WOULD, he’s far too nice, but still. I can’t help thinking it.

Nevertheless, the location of my head head has been restabilised by several things – I got another helix piercing, just above my first one (and piercings seem to boost my confidence, so I’d like a couple more, but only around my ears. I can’t abide the idea of needles near my torso/anywhere else.); I watched Corpse Bride, M and Secretary in quick succession today; and I’ve fully settled into the new house. Oh, and I’ve started playing Fable II. Yessir.

Oh, and, um, I just watched Galaxy Quest. Alan Rickman is The Man.

Rickers, ensconced in velvet for both our delectation. Nom.