There are, of course, far worse things in life than hurting ribs, such as sprouts or the spice girls. I was just in the wes feeling sorry for myself, sipping a cup of sweet tea. But they I thought ”hey, I’m going to see james bond on Thursday, then on Friday evening, Lyn is coming. Then I will. Then Lyn will again.” (I shouldn’t make myself laugh, it hurts.) talking of Lyn, she told me that she wore a zentai to a party on Saturday; my quest to enzentificate all my friends is going well. This fact cheers me up, as does the prospect of seeing her.

I haven’t done much in the way of work today, which is worrying. Mind you, you try concentrating on French magazines from the 50s with a painful rib. Oh well, tomorrow, things will be better; on Wednesday things will be better still; and on Thursday I go see bond.

Rib? What rib?