Until the razor cuts.

• I told you, and now they're travelling by Tube!

• I urge everyone to get a fourth Twilight movie made. Yes, really.

• So near, and yet so far.

• I want Sarcastic Robot for my terminals.

• This is why Americans can't have nice things.

I am going to Bisexual Underground this evening. Anyone else?

I bought an electric tweezer — basically a one-disc epilator. Buoyed by its effectiveness and my ability to put up with it, I have splashed out for this torture device. It hurts like hell, and it bloody works. Channel my inner Henry Rollins, do a slow swipe over the area counting down from five, exhale. I am most pleased.

I have done very little else in the last week. No NotN, little Twitter. I've been trying to get more sleep, ever since going on a date with nyecamden and falling asleep at nine! I'm still getting used to working for a living. Freda is occasionally getting to sleep at a better time, which helps a lot. Whenever I go out she says "Daddy going to work." Yeah, work those stockings, boots and corset!

The camera is teh win! I haven't done last week's Vagabonds shots yet.