More for the analyst

My brain has decided that there is a children's culinary TV show named Big Cock Little Cock.

Wrong.

Missing in Action

It's simply vanished.

I've been feeling crap for several weeks now. It started with general misery and self pity pre-Christmas, before developing into a low-level flu-y thing which haunted me throughout my festive jaunts without ever escalating into all out fever and bed rest. Now it's reduced back to periodic headaches and nausea in the presence of caffiene/alcohol/nicotine/anything with a flavour, I've notice my libido has vanished, and has been gone since the onset of this malady - I just didn't notice then.

There have been no real signs of it resurfacing as yet. I've seen some very attractive young men and have been urge-free. I even watched The Hunger when I got in last night, and it did nothing for me, either in a Bowie fetish way or in a Deneuve-Sarandon lesbian lite way. Nada. Unusual for a woman who has in the (relatively recent) past had to bite her tongue, take cold showers and, on more than one occasion, had to lock myself in a room (not for that, but to prevent myself from being arrested for molestation on jumping the bones of a potentially unappreciative party). Perhaps my body has decided I'm taking up celibacy for 2007 (not that it wasn't a watchword in 2006), along with teetotalism and possibly having any kind of fun full stop.

I'm quite certain it'll appear again soon - probably without warning, at a most inappropriate time, and with a vengeful resolution to make up for lost time. But in the meantime, please keep an eye out for it wandering the streets and if you see it, send it home. I miss it.