Haven’t done it in...hmm, let's see now...four days...though mostly due to illness not will power.
And yet, quite proud of myself.

Also, tried to drag myself out for a walk earlier but collapsed in to a heap of rubble before setting foot outside the door so crawled back in to bed and took another one of those pills which merges ceilings with floors until eventually; sleep.

Oh and incidentally, why do antibiotics have such unpronounceable names?

A few days ago Alec mentioned Austen on his blog, which got me wondering why I've never been able to read her or her contemporaries and it is possibly because that type of frigiddy, sesquipedalian, parlour-style prose cooked up by corseted muliebrity holds about as much appeal as ingesting emetic...then again, like someone once said, it may just be because I'm a deplorable book snob.