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Four calling birds? How... loud. Too loud, really. As much as I'd enjoy something to listen to whilst eating my three plates of chicken, mindless avian bleating wasn't quite what I wanted. Like, a CD would have been nice. Or, say, some sort of gift certificate at Best Buy. No, no sweetie!Don't cry! I love the birds, really! A great gift! And... and four of them is, uh, totally the right amount! Yeah... great gift, true love of mine. I... I got you a flower. Um, yeah.

So, anyway, that silliness aside, How we all doing? Good? Good... my life, as usual, doesn't bear commenting on, though I will be eating a very tasty curry this evening. Yellow Curry, from a joint called Duck Walk. Mmm mmm good, as they say. All part of my gradual reintroduction to all my favorite restaurants that I haven't been able to eat at for the past three months. Yesterday, the Legendary Stilton Burger at Goose Island Pub! It had entire cloves of garlic on it! You eat a thing like that, and you've basically resigned yourself to not kissing anybody for, um, let's say, eight days. After that, of course, all the kissing I can stand. Uh, in theory at least. In practice... who knows?