Artificial sugar.

I think I've never been so frustrated with anything or anyone to the point that I cave in to something like...retail therapy. The Mother ticked me off yesterday over the phone and the solace that I chose came in the form of essential oils from The Body Shop. Everybody else was still out somewhere, so I went home, closed all the windows, turned on the air-con in all the rooms, lighted four different essential oil burners and forced myself to drown in the smell.