Well I went to the hospital, and apparently I'm normal (I didn't even have to strip!). As is my mum (normal, not a stripper). And as the doctor also happened to be their M.E specialist, he was quite interested in how well I am and how often I get out and stuff. So after going through al the medical stuff I went there for and asking me about my social life, he decided to play matchmaker. When he got on to the subject of boyfriends and whether I was single or not, he asked whether my brother could set me up with one of his friends. Ha. But I don't go out with my brother's friends. Friend's brothers, however, are another matter entirely. Especially when they do such fantastic farmyard animal impressions.

I also have a tonne of revising to do, and just as much AYME work. It doesn't help that my email seems a little screwed, so various people from the office have emailed me and I've not received the mails, which means they're now talking about stuff that completely confuses me. This, my child, is why another.com should never have started charging for their mail accounts.

And to add to the excitingness (it is a word), we spent last night in a&e because Anthony ended up getting his leg in a sandwich (the bread being him and one of his college friends. Yes, this does sound ever so slightly disturbing, but I'm trusting that it was completely innocent). So, yeah, he's damaged his footy ankely ligaments and so is having great fun hobbling around the place. He looked the height of fashion yesterday when he was hopping around with my (green striped) walking stick. The colour is just so this year.

I'm talking crap. It's because I'm food deprived, you know.