It's Valentine's Day/Night. I wore a fancy dress. I made Mr Mystic wear fancy clothes. We went to a restaurant where I had an internal, silent freak-out because the other diners were like 50 and over (not that there's anything wrong with it) and it made me drink twice as fast. Then my food sucked. Then I felt fat. Then I felt better because everyone was older and that made me feel young. And anyway, how can I feel fat if I'm wearing a size 4 dress? Brutal truth: my dress has no waistline and no one has seen me naked in years.

Anyway. I'm a little drunk and feeling sad about being old and unsexy. But coming here makes me forget all that. So I'm good.

And here's some gratuitous garden porn. I love my flowers. I spent a lot of stoner hours planting this bed.