Delirium, congrats and crunchies

Well, my body is saying STOP, and so I let its temperature rise to over 101, only panicking slightly because J is away and the cats couldn't call an aambulance (badly trained, eh?). A bad night, but now all is better, mostly, or cooler at least. Still wobbly, but managing to watch much television (not on the actual TV, if you know what I mean). I am researching for my Mastermind specialist subject "The life and times of Meredith Grey and the rest of the cast of Grey's Anatomy". Go on, ask me anything, anything at all -except about Season 2 episodes 11-27, which I have to go and get from the video shop when i'm less wobbly (yes, alright, I watched the new episodes of Season 3, then Season 1 and now am filling in the gaps with Season 2. It's not so bad, knowing what happens in the end. It's so well-written!)

alright, i'm obviously delirious.

Phooey to all that, but congrats to MBR whose first work of fiction, the fabulously gripping Collaborator of Bethlehem, has just hit the shelves. No, it's not chick lit.It's a hard-hitting mystery with a Palestinian amateur detective trying to help out a friend. Dan Brown, watch out behind you. What fun to have friends with books! Please god by us all, I say.

OK, I could waffle on and on, but look at the time! More rubbish to watch. I've seen three episodes of You Are What You Eat: Gillian Moves In which has served to make me feel very smug about how much raw fruit and veg I eat and how few cream cakes and chips. Ooh, but I'd love a nice Crunchie bar.

Enough.

More when I surface.