Well, Lizz, I probably was awake at 4:30. And 5. And every half-hour before or thereafter. I slept like a log with termites last night. Half the heat (but only half, because I am a Big Tough Queenslander ^(TM) and I spit on your feeble attempts at heat. I spit, I say! Hah!) and half the fact that A was hogging more than his fair share of bed. Honestly, all I ask is a third, at least. It's a Queen-size too. Greedy twerp.

Anyway, because of this, and my stubbornness in insisting that I would sleep - or at least try to - I wasn't online and amusing you. Apologies. I'll try to do better in the future, Mistress.

And speaking of mistresses, the ever-ingenious Robbie Rocket-pants spotted and cleverly purchased for me the Preaching to the Perverted soundtrack. It has dance tracks with sound-bites from the movie. Now I can play music that has a dominatrix orgasming over the top. How many people can boast that?