Lunch with Dorcas at Ikea. She's doing well, as one might expect (being the only Humans student among us who's actually relatively normal. No offence.) She had fish and chips. I had poached salmon, in an effort to be healthy (eyeroll). Was failed by the fact that the fish came drowning in something pretending to be Hollandaise sauce but that was, in actuality, melted butter.

Walked around afterwards searching for a housewarming gift for one of her friends. I suggested recycling my lava lamp idea, but that thought was quickly put to bed because Ikea doesn't sell them. She settled, instead, on a rather phallic table lamp, in spectral white, because she wasn't very sure of the colour scheme of the house. I sort of approve - I like gifts to sit right on the line between practical and whimsical, and a lamp isn't the sort of thing that's likely to end up sitting in a box no matter how fugly it is.

Waiting for the bus, I promised Dorcas (again) that I would get myself to one of her cappella group's concerts, and as penance for missing so many of them already, will give her a little publicity here:

publicity