  "...there's no aphrodisiac like loneliness truth beauty and a picture of you there's no aphrodisiac like loneliness youth truth beauty fame boredom and a bottle of pills..." "no aphrodisiac" ~the whitlams~ ...and despite what this rather sad sounding soundtrack for a Saturday at home seems to suggest, I am in an excellent mood, if missing the toyboy. The knowledge that 5 weekends from now, he will be here though, and I will have a decent, coupled up weekend...makes it all better. *sigh* All is well, and that's quite shocking, isn't it? 
