Man-Flu

So...

I have man-flu. Not a cold, not the sniffles, not 'feeling a bit peaky' but some masculine man-flu. I'm also using man-tissues, man-paracetomal and some man-soothers.
Sigh, I really hate it when a cold gets to the point where you can't remember what it feels like to be well. Thankfully, that is not quite such a distant memory as yet, and I'm going to POWER THROUGH!... yeah.

In other news, I severely dislike 90210. Like, alot. Like, really alot. Haven't we had enough of so-called 'Teen Issues' shows like the 'One Tree Hill', 'Gossip Girl' and 'The O.C'? And the spoilt-kids-of-LA spot has already been filled by the insipid 'The Hills', has it not?
Sigh, maybe it's just me who can't appreciate the finer arts of watching shows revolving around the lives of elite socialite teenagers living in the nice parts of major cities in America.
But you know what show I AM enjoying?
'How I Met Your Mother' or HIMYM to us fans. Great show, some would say legend-wait for it-dary. (Please someone get that!). I'll go into it in more detail another time.

I've decided to re-read the Harry Potter books (a great idea in the lead-up to exams..), and to try playing the guitar obsessively again. Also, I'm nearly finished day 3 of my new chocolate-free life (well for the next week anyway), in a demonstration of my will-power and desire to keep all my original teeth* into later life.

Hmm, what else is happening in the world?
... I got nothing.
Oh well.
Until next time,

/Dave


*(Almost.. long story)

*Update* Thomas: It's not really a long story. Dave hit himself in the face with a kayak paddle and knocked his tooth out. He made up for it slightly though by using his war wound to curry sympathy with several women. Good man.