Hello. I have returned from the city of murder. And it's not even a joke. Someone was stabbed outside one of the clubs opposite out hotel on Saturday. Which was nice. Or not.

Anyway, my weekend, aside from that, was good. I consumed copious amounts of cake-like products, the same for desserts (I, uh, kind of had two on Friday night). On Saturday, I managed to get up at 8am, have a three course brekafast, work for hours, go out to have lunch, go back for a rest, work again for another 90 minutes, wash my hair, change (into a butterfly), go out for dinner, drink and entire bottle of beer, go to a club, and dance for about 3 songs! Woo me!

Also, I have fish. And silver sharks. Anthony also has fish, though one of them mysteriously disappeared over the weekend. Not something I wish to think about.

I'm miles behind on my work, conference is soon, Laura's is soon (woo!), and, um, Tarly made me rich today.