scene :: chez kate and dom, dom emerging refreshed from the bath, kate stepping in to take his place, because he likes to take baths that are ridiculously hot, which inexplicably give kate panic attacks. [possibly a sensation of being turned into soup, related to a nasty past life experience and too many italian horror movies -ed.]
dom :: is the temperature ok for you?
kate :: yeah, it's not too hot- just fine... like me.
dom :: yeah.
this would normally be headed towards an ugly late night junk-clubbing, but dom bought me an awesome new camera for christmas, which is easier to work with than "the big camera" and probably won't chew through all my virtual photo space quite as quickly.
that's enough to buy a few graphic violence-free sleeps around here.