Pass the alcohol please.
I'm going into Tori Amos withdrawal here and it ain't pretty.
Besides for that I had the most awful hostel night ever. Mingi checked out yesterday and my new roomie (also Asian... Where do they come from?!) checked in at 02h30 this am. Niiice one. When she finally stopped slamming her locker door the British woman across from me kicked into a snore that would scare most wild animals.
(Note to self: Always make alternative arrangements when two people check in together and the one carries earplugs with her everywhere. There is a reason for this.)
Two good things happened today:
I opened an American bank account. Which was surprisingly easy. I had less hassles than if I had tried to open one in SA. (No wonder their economy %&$#@* out.)
AND
I met up with Arthur Pearley who is totally hooking me up with some great folk for Burning Man. I now officially belong to a camp people! Yes I do. I am BIG, PUFFY and YELLOW. The name was birthed after one of the founding members had an hallucination about a large floating Cheetohs that spewed the truth. Yup that's me. BIG PUFFY AND YELLOW.
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