Barely though. I have suspected glandular fever and a temperature that's flipping between 101 and 103 depending on how ill the evil germs decide to make me feel at any one time. I haven't eaten for six days (can't swallow anything other than liquid 'cos my glands are so swollen). Or spoken. Or smoked. Or drank alcohol. I'm barely me any more.

This made me smile though. As have the casual sex stories that have been flooding in for my book (thanks to Mil for posting the request to his mailing list of - and I mean this as a compliment because they have so many fab casual sex stories - utter sluts.)

On which note, back to bed. Bleurgh.