I don't know, you come up with a funny subject line about plates

Over the course of the last week, I have, through a series of kitchen related misadventures, managed to break every plate in the house. It's not that impressive, really. I only had three to start with.

Still, for tea I ate two rounds of toast off of a paperback. Tomorrow: buying new crockery.

By the way, recently I found myself wondering why I don't post here so much anymore, and it's not tumblr or age or fannish disengagement, it's that this is the quality of posts I have to offer.