Apologies for missing Monday's update, but I was pretty much comatose until Tuesday afternoon. Caught this stupid illness somewhere (I have a feeling it came from work, I'm there now so I'll be able to tell if I get a relapse tonight) and still haven't shaken it properly. I hate being ill.

Since the lovely Swizzle stepped in and updated Wednesday afternoon, I didn't update last night. That means you get six new updates on this bright and cheerful Thursday morning instead. That is, bright and cheerful so long as you're not a toilet subjected to the horrors that lurk in my digestive tract. The produce of my churning gut would put Lovecraft to shame.

Speaking of Swizzle, how goddamn brave is he putting his IM details out there for all the little freaks to find? Whole lot of respect for that. Or maybe just a whole lot of pity. He says it's great hearing from you all, but I bet it feels just as good - if not better - to type "Stop trying to communicate with me, fruitcake!" and hit the block button.

OK then. Insults are done, so I'm off to be an office bitch again. Here's hoping I don't disgrace myself in the next eight hours.