... in which I long for hunger

I am so ill.

When it comes to my health, I know that when I can't eat, something is srsly wrong.

Cat and I went out for lunch and I couldn't eat my steak sandwich. Because it was raw steak :-/ but then Cat moaned and it came back cooked and yummy but then I couldn't eat it because of The Lurgy.

Anyway, by sheer luck I got a doctor's appointment in the afternoon and she told me I have a virus. She can't give me meds for a virus, so I need to rest, drink lots of water, and knock back the painkillers to get my temperature down.

Boring.

Especially when I should have been going shopping tomorrow, and raving on Friday.

Even though I'm not hungry I really want a pizza. John has given me some dosh to order a pizza with, but I'm worried that it'll arrive and my belly will go "uh, no. Do not want."

I might try making one instead. Watch this space...

...in which I can answer an important question

http://new.uk.music.yahoo.com/blogs/guestlist/14935/did-david-bowie-cause-the-credit-crunch

For those of you wondering, the answer to this ridicularse question is no.

I'm so sick of the words "credit crunch".

I'm also sick, generally, after having acquired a lurgy over the past few days. It's my turn I suppose, I've been the last person out of pretty much everyone around me to get it. Which also means it's hard for me to point the finger of blame.

Now, I shall be crawling into my bed to watch Spongebob Squarepants and Deal or No Deal and drink myself silly on cups of tea.