Semi-sob...

Well, it appears the rich text honeymoon has ended already. No more can I choose between Verdana, Webdings and Times fonts, it's plain old boring whatever this font is. And in black too. I was going to write this entry in green, but my plan has been scuppered.

Currently trying to type an essay or two, but I'm finding it very difficult because of the rampaging pain in my head. This bloody cold better go away before Wednesday I tells ya! I'm not going to be a happy bunny if I wind up in mainland Europe and get quarantined along with the rabid dogs and cold-blooded signs...

I'm still quite surprised by how much I've taken to 'Strictly Genteel', a classical introduction to Frank Zappa. The music ate my mind and now alls I can think of is getting more and more and more and MORE of it. But I probably shouldn't. At least, not until I get back from my marvellous holiday in the land of scary foreigners.

Which reminds me... Now it is DEFINITELY time for me to go home and start thinking in a sensible fashion about the things I should be thinking about, ie, French. None of this is any help at all. None.

Whatsoever.

Found out the other day that Sarah won the Taylor Prize back in her college days. I'd never heard of it before, but I'm reliably informed that winning it is quite the achievement. So you can imagine my bafflement at her NOT TELLING ME! If t'were I had won such a winning there'd be no shutting me up!

*shaky head*