I’m all ill; well not ill ill, ill enough to make me snotty, gross and miserable but not ill enough to expect a lot of sympathy without going to man-flu scale. (I use the term man-flu in a non gender specific way; girls can get it too)

I spent last night with my lesbian-lover-in-a-non-gay-way. We ate chocolate fondue, nachos and watched first the wonderfully shittty peoples Quiz by the national lottery. The TV producers are laughing when they do stuff like that; they get free entertaining material which they don’t even have to employ someone to write - the stupidity of some people do it all themselves.
Question: What type of animal is a Puffin?
Contender: Oh….what? Ok, can I have any clues? Just one? Ok, well I know its not a dragon.
Question: What is the penultimate letter of the alphabet
Same Contender (yes she got the Puffin one right in the end!): Penultimate…*pause* So not the last one….A. Its A

People really do set themselves up!
We also watched Chocolat. Wonderful film - but I did have one question at the end.
Why are all the french people talking in English?!

I’ll have to leave on that thought; I have a history essay due tuesday and a piece of Biology coursework due monday. Crap.
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx