Dead Flowers

I did not get any flowers as demanded, not even dead flowers. So, next year, however loser-like it seems, I am sending myself flowers for birthdays, VDays and whenever I feel like it. This sort of explains my sorry love life. I'm so bloody self-sufficient, I don't need anyone. Today, I went for a play, bought myself a swanky dinner at Sun and toasted myself with champagne (Moet & Chandon, you rock!), finally managed to configure wifi settings on my laptop (free wifi, you rock!) and managed to follow a map without getting lost. The evening was balmy but not unpleasant, my solitude remained unbroken and I was glad of it, I did not even wallow in self-pity at drinking champagne alone. Which is why, I should feel sad at being self-sufficient, except, I don't. Half-way through the M&C, I've decided on the nickname for my new car, "Champagne Suzy".