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I am doing much better this morning, although to be frank by the time Mum called last night I was pretty much okay. And there's nothing like watching your nemesis teetering on the brink of disgrace to really punch up your endorphines!

In other news, if you aren't watching The Supersizers Go, you should be. Even if you know nothing about British culture or cuisine, it's pure entertainment. Where else are you going to find two people willing to make their baked squirrel carcasses dance whilst and at the same time educating you about various eras in British history? Where else will you see fondue bondage?

(If you have an answer for that last question, please don't share it. I'm sure there's a website out there somewhere but it's not something I need to experience.)

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I am quoting this verbatim from an email from my mother.

Wow, great information! Tell "the internet" thank you for all their help. Although I think I will probably not be getting a dog now that [Dad Lucky] will be home full time.

It's true that Dad does require regular feeding and entertainment.

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Mfgnuuuuh. *collapses*

I am sore everywhere. I assume it's from tension yesterday. R really wants me to go to his concert tonight with Bluesgirl and I want to go more than anything but seriously, I am so tired and so sore. I just want to curl up in a ball and watch TV. And so that is what I will do, with a solemn oath to go to their next concert in July.

Come on, cafe. I know you guys have DVDs and popcorn. Cough 'em up and there's room on the couch for you.