I think I may be addicted to Marks and Spencer's light and creamy raspberry cheesecake.

After just one exposure to it, too. I've eaten most of it on my own, and there was quite a lot. It may well be the best dessert I've ever tasted. Which is saying a lot, when I've given up chocolate for Lent and should be really missing hot fudge cake and Cadbury's mousses by now.

Having spent most of the day completely avoiding work, while getting increasingly stressed-out by the thought of it (symptoms of stress include shouting at one's girlfriend, bursting into tears for no obvious reason and random complete exhaustion in the middle of the day), it does now seem that I've managed to get through some of the workload and survive it. I just needed a bit of, well, help to get myself through it.

I'm now trying to look at the cheesecake incident (along with all the other crap I've been shovelling down my throat during my marking marathon) in a positive light, since one girl's binge-eating session is another girl's creative way of dealing with stress that simultaneously avoids self-injury and allows her to enjoy a deliciously creamy cheesecake. See? Everyone's a winner. Well, I am, at least. In the sense that I've finished the marking. When I put back on the three excess kilos that I've made a real effort to lose this month, I might be a bit less happy about it.

Still, it was a truly marvellous cheesecake.

In other news, I'm watching Planet of the Apes (bad remake of 2001). Does anyone know what that ending was about?