Today is Jeannette's (aka Valium Nettesky's) birthday and I'm feeling vaguely smug because after promising I'd send her a gift for her LAST birthday, I've finally managed to accomplish the near-impossible task of going into a post-office and saying: 'Please send this to the Land of the Rising Sun, postmaster" - this afternoon.
So she'll get my birthday present probably around December 25th.
The song Jacques Lacan is singing to her is inspired by this wee ditty, which supposedly she's very much into at the moment.
