Oh, before I get back to The Nun's Date, I need to write about another sign of the Alpaca Lips. Swine Flu is back and threatening to be a pandemic. I know it's wrong of me to be slapping my hands together and rubbing them enthusiastically, but I am. Now, before people start tut-tutting me, I'm hoping I get it too, so don't think I'm some sort of ( Read more... )

My eyes are red-rimmed and my eyelids are thick, sore, spongy, and generally unattractive. And I don't give one half a rat's pa-too-tay. All I care about is trying to get some sleep tonight, after having been lucky to get three very restless hours last night, from a little after 11 until right at 2 AM ( Read more... )

They're always featuring stories that display the multitudinous dangers of every day life. There's death around every corner according to the media. All your neighbours are perverts, all the medicine you take will help with one thing but make your tongue fall out and your left arm fall off, your vehicle may explode any minute, the sky is falling ( Read more... )