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That about says it. Tuesdays are my ''running around being late for everything falling over myself tired because I haven't had time to eat'' -day. This is really just a quick update to inform anyone who reads this blog that I am, in fact, still alive and more or less recovered from my bout of illness. I am also - fun fun fun! - getting four ...

This seems to happen quite regularly to me. Yesterday was worse, today at least I'm in no great pain and I've sweated off most of the fever, if not all of it. To give you an idea how bad yesterday was, my greatest achivement was watching an hour of Australian Idol (which I never watch, ever ever) - crying constantly. Yet did I turn off the ...

Right, I've had a good whine about HP7 to a few people, and I have no intention of repeating everything here again. I'm not going to list spoilers as such in this post, except towards the end maybe a bit (just for Karen), so avert your eyes now if you must. Basically, I can accept everything that happened, even every pointless death that offered ...

 - or day one, post- Glass House. I don't really care who thought it was a good idea to cancel it - the government, the ABC, magical pixies - and why, I'm just disappointed about it. 'S all.