Wow! 300 posts. That is 300 short to medium sized, often illustrated, diatribes about nothing.

That takes skill people. Skill.

Yes, as you may have judged from the title, I’m not going to discuss the BOMBSHELL that is Clay Aiken’s recent confession of gayness (I mean wow. This was even less surprising than Lance Bass. See you soon, Ricky Martin!)

I am instead going to discuss my stomach flu. Because you haven’t lived until you’ve vom’d up everything you’ve eaten in the past week! I’m now charmingly thin…and very, very weak.

I’m getting better. I’m not at death’s door. But as I sit here, alternating between editing my dissertation’s “academically themed” commentary (Freud can go fuck himself…and his mom…and whoever else he wants, the crazy old bastard) I’m thinking about the fact that I’ve been able to survive the past 72 hours consuming only:

2 litres water

1 litre orange juice

3 slices wheat toast

The human body is an amazing thing. I’m not going to be able to keep this up much longer (tomorrow I think I might venture a glass of milk, and something with vegetables in it – we’ll see!) it’s just interesting to see.

On a completely unrelated note, I was in bed last night and watched the 1st episode of the BBC’s new series Merlin and I totally love it! It’s like if Dawson’s Creek had been set in Camelot…and there was a freaking Dragon! How much better would Dawson’s Creek have been if there was a dragon in it! Just imagine…. “I don’t wanna wait – CHOMP! FIRE! DESTRUCTION!” – Series over.

(Oh I just read that Merlin is listed as being “in development” at NBC – cool!)