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Years from now, on my death bed, my aged mother will limp over to me, shakily kneeling by my side, and confess that I was adopted from a royal family of sea monkeys. Or something. There’s just no other reason why a landlubber such as myself should love being in and around water so much. I mean, if you want to go the boring route, maybe I was just born prematurely and have been craving the security of a liquid environment for my entire life. And knowing stupid science, that’s probably closer to the reality of the situation.

That’s all for now, I’m afraid. Unfortunately I don’t have much to offer this morning. For the past two days, some kind of fiendish virus has taken up residency in my stomach, and refuses to let any food remain there for longer than approximately 5 minutes. In fact, I’m live blogging this from the toilet! See, don’t you want to stop reading already? But don’t worry about me, any day now my real family will come back and take me away to my underwater kingdom where things like diarrhea don’t exist.