Chametz cures all

[chanaleh]

It occurs to me to be grateful that I wasn't PMSing during Pesach. One Carberry's chocolate-orange muffin, and I feel considerably less like causing bodily harm to anyone, nor going home and listening for hours to Aimee Mann (or Cat Stevens, my other wallowing soundtrack of choice).

Going to see Iolanthe with navrins tonight will be nice, too. (Sorry, Thespians, I couldn't do the Saturday matinee so it has to be tonight!)