Champagne and melted washing machines

Work is totally kicking my ass, so this experi-blog thingy has suffered as a result. As has my resolution to get my ever-widening ass to the gym on a regular basis again. Shocker.
The only thing that hasn't fallen by the wayside due to my shiteous time management skills (who needs a whole six hours of sleep anyway, c'mooooon get moving!) is my champers habit. Have developed a new mini-addiction (they arrive fast, furious and seemingly out of nowhere, few stick around long) to JC LeRoux. The pink kind, if you please. God, what a girly-girl. Pink. Strictly one glass per evening - medicinal purposes. Ahee.
In more interesting news, well, to me anyway, I melted my washing machine last night. In a totally champagne-unrelated event.
That it all.
As you were.