Ch-che-check out these pictures from Burton's "Alice in Wonderland". I'm jumping up and down with uncontainable excitement right now, and it has nothing to do with Johnny Depp looking hot as usual:
And I have a weird sore throat. Only half of it hurts - rather like a big lump. It had better not be bloody tonsillitis, as I may have (shock horror!) a date on Monday, and the timing would be less than perfect. And the honey and lemon isn't working. It may be time to bring out the ginger!
I had a dream about cockroaches last night, which was also heavily influenced by the book I'm reading. More on that when the three week toil ends. Or is it four?