On apologising to a lava lamp
The lava in my lamp is in a mood with me. It doesn't cheerily rise and fall any more – it merely sulks in a big pink hump in the bottom, and globbers from time to time, in the way only a grumpy lava lamp can. This might have been because I forgot to tell it to go to bed last night during my essay writing marathon. It sat up with me until 3.30am, and I don't think it's used to keeping such late hours. I am, as always, appropriately racked with guilt, and am trying to make amends, but it is proving difficult. How can I restore joy to a lava lamp? They work in mysterious ways. Hopefully, after a good sleep it will recover, though I have this feeling it may take a while.
Huh. I never have this problem with the fairy lights.
(It also worries me that I almost thought calling this entry What a Pa-lava was a good idea. I blame Jane.)