The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Erik and I went to dinner on Friday, and our waitress thought we were a couple of sixteen-year-olds out on a date. I'm not entirely sure how she came to that conclusion, but I'm amused. She also called us 'quirky.' I think it was the necklace, because we weren't wearing anything particularly unusual. Or maybe I'm just a bad judge.

Fighting a migrane, again - computer screens hurt. A lot. So no more computer for me.

Also, I'm being tempted to join the dark side and buy this, even though I completely can't afford to buy much of anything at the moment, because there is no work for Erik. That's doing fun things to the budget...