I’ve been playing FreeRice.com pretty non-stop, I love it. Circumlocution [roundabout language] was one of my words recently and I fell in love. Words words words so much love love love.

With reading all of these… blogs [gag] I’ve noticed that I very much enjoy reading people’s conversations. I’ve never had anything suitable to share. Until now:

Ezekiel: “If hummus were a person, I’d totally marry it. Or at least carry on an illicit affair. The British tabloids would have a field day.”

Horatio: “‘Woman marries dip’” – that would be The Sun”

Ezekiel: “That could apply to any number of marriages!”

We’re so cool.

Can I ask what the point of the stock market image and random gibberish spam e-mails are for? Way back in the day when the internet was young, spam actually had a point – there would be a sales-pitch, proper grammar, structure and a URL to give you more information. What are the new version trying to get? They don’t want me to click anything, there’s nothing to reply to… what are they achieving? What do they want? Seriously, I want to know.

I’ve been reading Junk Food Science for a few weeks now and she is always highlighting the fact that the diseases that we have been told are caused or exacerbated by being overweight are the same diseases that show up in people who are stressed, perhaps about being overweight. The social stigma that comes from it, the pressure to change our eating and exercise habits, the worry about our health [!!]. Then I read about people who are on the other end of the scale – who are very slim. They have it worse in some ways because people feel that they can comment on it – say awful things to their faces and it is okay because they’re thin.

My rule of thumb: never say anything about anyone’s weight ever. Never. The only time I think it is remotely acceptable is if someone comes to you and says that they’ve been working really hard at the gym and they’re pleased because they lost five pounds. Then and only then can you say anything and it had better be something like, ‘well done you!’ And then you can ask what their favourite machine at the gym is or if they have a favourite recipe. You technically haven’t commented on their weight or their appearance, but you’re totally supportive.

If someone has lost/gained weight to the point where you notice [and you feel you have to say something] your best bet is to tell them they look really nice today. That comment will always be more appreciated than anything more specific. The end.

The injection on Friday totally kicked my ass. I’ve been nauseous and tired for the most part. Then for extra fun I have things like last night where I had what was the worst ’bout of flu known to mankind, but only for the night. I had a fever and my leg pain that moved into my arms last week decided to move into my entire body, every single muscle hurt – more so when I moved or put any pressure on it. I woke up long enough to take drugs and go back to sleep. I was too tired to figure out anything else. Sleep was probably the best thing for it anyway. I got 12.5 hours of sleep last night [9:30pm to 10am]. I wanted more but had to get up and take drugs.

Leg pain totally kicks my ass regularly too. Last week, I woke up at 2:30, went to the loo and then whimpered a lot until I woke up Weasel with it. I’d taken some drugs, I was just waiting for it to kick in. She very kindly rubbed my legs until I fell back asleep. I woke up again at 4:30, woke Weasel up again because I couldn’t have more of the paracetamol after two hours and I was in too much pain to think of the next logical solution. So she very kindly went and got me some ibuprofen [of course!] and rubbed my legs again until I fell asleep. I’d be totally lost without a Weasel on call.