Thank you for all your kind e-mails regarding yesterdays apparently suicidal post. I know life can be good too (and, believe me, mine is great most of the time) but what I was getting at yesterday was the knack that life has of creeping up behind you and kicking you up the arse when you least expect it (and how I have conditioned myself to expect crap to happen so that it's not such a shock when it does). It obviously wasn't a very articulate post.

Anyway, my handsome husband is whisking me off to California and Nevada in two days time to ride big-ass-huge-fuck-off rollercoasters and eat 3/4 pound hamburgers. So, life is ok for the time being.