Black Doggerel

Herbal teas/infusions bought today:

Lemon and ginger
Orange, mango and cinnamon
Raspberry, strawberry and loganberry
African honeybush with a hint of lavender

All by Twinings.

I feel this is a manifestation of my occasional OCDness. I now have too many boxes of assorted non-tea teabags to fit in my tea and coffee cupboard, and I'm drinking so much of the fucking stuff I'm pissing like an ornamental fountain. Only not quite so ornamentally.

They do taste nice though. I'm drinking the orange and mango one now. And the supposedly sleep-inducing chamomile and valerian one does seem to help with the insomnia, although I have to cut it with a fruity one (two bags in my big pint mug) because it tastes like fragrant pondwater.

Also, my computer has taken to teasing me with unfathomably wacky errors, like this morning deciding that Firefox had been erased from the space-time continuum. As in, I'd click the icon, the cursor would change to busy mode like it was about to start, then nothing. I deinstalled and reinstalled it twice, ran all the virus and spyware checks, had hysterics at topbit on IM, and then discovered that she was willing to admit Firefox's existence in safe mode. Then once I had checked my email in safe mode, suddenly no problem. It's running fine.

She already did the same thing to AIM, and I haven't yet solved that. But I don't need AIM to run AIM, I use a client most of the time anyway. Firefox is a little more inconvenient to do without.

I blame myself. I was the one who thought it'd be funny to name the computer Iris. Now she hiccups and periodically deletes herself from the matrix. If I'd picked Rani or Romana I would never have had this trouble.

...usually when I get self-indulgent, there'll be pizza, cheesecake, Chinese food, weed, Farscape marathons, sex in public or all of the above involved.

Except today I was shopping and my impulse buy was a box of this stuff. Because who could resist something rose and vanilla flavoured containing a herb whose name means 'she who has 100 husbands'? Not me.

It smelt fucking divine and tasted ...like I was drinking a goddess' bathwater. Mostly in the good way. It just felt disconcertingly like a thing I should have sprayed on me rather than poured in me. It's also a bit disconcerting to enjoy anything that's meant to be good for me - what, am I suddenly growing up or something?