number of times I threw up this morning: 6. Apparently the Taco Time I had for lunch and sushi I had for dinner yesterday were fine, but woe betide me for having tea, some toast, and a vitamin at 8am.

number of cups of tea comsumed: 5. Three of which were from very large latte mugs.

number of hours of television watched: 6. Best in Show (my favourite Christopher Guest Film), Live and Let Die (the best bad-good movie in the Bond franchise), and 2 episodes of Family Guy.

number of Bonds I would totally sleep with: still just 2. Roger Moore has a bit of man boobage going on. Connery might be a jackass, but he does have the voice, and I'd do Daniel Craig's Bond for THE SMIRK alone.

number of times I reapplied hand cream: 12. I counted. By the time this month is over, I will have died of Hand Cancer, or exsanguinated due to of all the cracks in my knuckles.

number of Crave cupcakes eaten: 1. Their Crave of the Month is eggnog-flavoured cupcakes. While their October pumpkin cupcake is still my favourite, nothing says love quite like eggnog-flavoured buttercream.

number of times I thanked heavens for so cool a friend as Tara: several dozen. She kept me company, brought great media, is driving my stranded ass around, AND is going to watch Cutler's first game as starting quarterback for the Denver Broncos with me tomorrow.

number of times both cats have tried to crawl onto my lap at the same time today, beginning a growly argument: 2. George just doesn't accept there isn't enough real estate on my lap for them both, or just doesn't care and tries to sit ON TOP of Lydia. She is always unamused.

number of hours I was not wearing pajamas: 10. I know, I am just as shocked as you. I must remedy that soon. I might go into flannel plaid withdrawal.

number of days until Ed gets home: 9. flat gingerale just doesn't taste the same when I get it myself, even when I drink it from a bendy straw.