So I officially have glandular feverI've got the test results and everything. The doctor rang me up specifically to tell me not to kiss anybody. That's pretty cool, in a James Bond/Mickey Spillane "my lips are deadly" kind of way.
Of course it's pretty depressing in a "my god, I'm a social leper" kind of way too. Hope it goes soon before I crack up and go on a city-wide licking spree and they have to gun me down like the mad dog that I am.
My friend Helen just made the point that this 'no kissing' business could be just what I need to jump-start my career as a high-class prostitute. Hmm. There's a thought.