Discovered late last night that I have an unholy burn down my right leg. After a few conversations I realised that the preceding evening, despite, for all intents and purposes, being incapable of constructing a sentence or indeed standing upright, the guy I was drinking with, in an attempt to ensure my safety, put me on the back of a motorcycle taxi. The theory is that I quite probably spent the entire journey home inadvertantly resting my leg against the exhaust pipe! So apart from that, and attempting to start a fight with an american three times my size, I am doing okay.
Bit pissed off that one of the hard drives, the one with the majority of information on it, that I looked after so carefully seems to now be unrecognisable to my computer. I take that back, I am REALLY pissed of. Oh yeah, and or some reason, the memory card in my palmtop has wiped itself clean. I dunno why I bother with computers.
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