Of course, the real problem I have with God is that he gave me Worms, and I think the buggers are coming back. Never fear - the real Saviour, Mebendazole, is up for a second coming! Hehehehe

Ah, Christianity isn't for me - despite the fact that a mis-spelling of this site is all about Jesus (thank you A Dutch Girl!). And it's not for everyone. But for some people it works, and for some people it makes them happy. And as long as it doesn't make anyone else unhappy, then doing what makes us happy is always laudable.

Despite joking about Jesus and worms, I'm having a bad day. And it started off so well! On the way to work I saw a Transit Van with "Am I The Stig?" written in the dust at the back. Giving his driving, I'd say "No", but it amused me. If that doesn't make sense, watch any one episode of Top Gear. And there were lots of pretty ladies on the way to work, many with nice bums (I think I may be turning into a bum man. I wonder if that's the wormy influence).

But then I got to work, and the work I've got to do is crap. Nobody wants to talk to me, and it's starting to get depressing, because I know that the people I'm ringing don't want to talk to me but I have to ring them anyway. It's futile.

And I also remembered The Ban. You see, N has decided that Valentine's Day will be much more romantic if neither of us has had any sexual activity for two weeks. And that's any sexual activity. Alone, or with each other. If I stop writing in the next two weeks, it's because I'm dead. Two whole weeks. TWO WEEKS. I am going to die, seriously. My brain will explode.

I share far too much on this thing. Meh, oh well. I should stick to writing about balloons.