I pretty much knew I was a goner when D sent me an email: "This is one of those times where I'll deeply regret passing something along, and also deeply regret failing to do so. This is hilarious. I'm sorry and/or you're welcome. "

And he sent me this: [link]

This is after our first date, right before our second. Le sigh. Badly written porn is responsible for my marriage.

I still feel ick, and I've got a slight fever. I think I'm going to have to take another sick day tomorrow. Damn it.

Thank you all for the condolences.

The way things are going, I'm unlikely to have a wedding to plan. So I haven't given thoughts to songs, etc. Although I have given thought to the fantasy of having Brave Combo as the wedding band.

I don't know how I can be simultaneously proud of and ashamed of the job I'm doing on this song commission, but I am. It sucks to hear something in your head and not be able to accurately bring that into the world, though.

Note to self: self, if you think you are having a bad mental health day, stay off the fucking internet.

I've screwed up (at something that involves a long story). I want my Girl (who is in another country).

Aw Seska, I'm sorry. Also sorry that MiracleMan has yet to perfect that transporter thingie.

{{Seska}}

Hil, feel better!

Anne, I'm so sorry about your grandfather.

Yes. The first one of you lot to invent a transporter gets all my money (which is about £46, but still, get on it).

And because this didn't belong with the other sentiments...

I've had a song with only one boyfriend and it was "Let's Get Drunk and Screw." Could be why I'm still single.

For some reason they never play that one on CMT. Along with "My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I Don't Love Jesus".