The very short story.
What have I done? Not much except eat. Christmas sweets, sushi, jalebi, pani puri, lovely Thai yellow curry, Tub Tim Grob (some sort of water chestnut Thai dessert), prawn curry, biryani, fried fish with veggies. And this was just yesterday! Am terribly afraid that I will bloat so much that a day will come when I have to roll into my office and then not fit into my chair. That sort of thing actually happened to a plump girl in my office - she sat on a stool and it broke, she rumbled to the floor and brought down a small dustbin with her also. It cracked. Dustbin, not girl.
Because of all the food, I refused to leave my chair through the day (not so much refused as was unable to) and ended up downloading lots of Arcade Fire. BitTorrent is so slow sometimes, t'is a tragedy.
In other news, I have started this reading this lovely, lovely book for the 12th time. I actually knew a real Michele Roberts once, a whiny girl who couldn't exist outside of a boyfriend. I mean literally, I can't remember a time when they weren't getting it on together. I want more books by her, I want I want I want, much like Frederica Potter wanted Alexander and power and knowledge and sundry other things in The Virgin in the Garden.
