I'm in a killing rage after having two different recipes go wrong on me today (one resembles the aftermath of an earthquake) and want nothing so much as to wipe the chocolate off the skewer and stab something, either myself or possibly my CEO, if I happen to run into him at work tomorrow. But now I'm done with my pathetic attempts to cook so I'm going to try to do something else which will hopefully be more productive and stop me fuming.

On the plus side, I think I've got the TOKIO tickets sorted out. But don't quote me on that. Natural paranoia dictates that I will not be happy until they are actually in my hand.

I just realised that if I ever get round to actually doing something on this survival fic it would fit this months theme! :)

It definitely would! You're on a time-limit now - good luck! ^_^