Broken back

Ok ok ok, that's an overstatement, but I have to try and make this interesting somehow, otherwise it's just McSlurry, no sleep, rain, bees. Bzzzzzzz. Just had back, neck, shoulder and stomach massage by this little old, stooped, grey-haired lady. When I saw her I was relieved, as the guy from 2 days ago was v strong and really gave it beans, I thought she'd be more relaxing. How wrong could I be? Her fingers were actually made of iron. Definitely. And she kept poking me REALLY hard and then going over the same area again and again til I had tears in my eyes (and NIAGW).

AAAAIIIIII a loud thud from across the room, poor little gecko just lost his footing and came crashing back to reality. I must remeber that he's now using my shoe as a hideout, as I don't know if geckos are cat-like in their life-stashing. The geckos are quite cool, they're the same as the ones in SA. There was one in the restaurant last night, while I was there eating my nausea-broth. He had found prime location by the light, and was hoovering insects at a seriously rapid pace. He was actually a bit of a porker - reminded me of PP when Rawling brings in his mother's cake. Loitering with Eat-ent.

Amy and Tess went to the beach today, and have come back all sunshiney again, so that's my POA for tomorrow, might see if Andrew is keen too. Err to come to the beach. Nothing else. When you discuss the detailed output of someones bowels, the shine fades quite promptly. But yes, beach. That is dependant on me feeling OK, I'm still amazed at how unbelievably perky and energetic I'm feeling. I have started to look forward to Everest to expend pent up energy now. This can't last. There's no way. Surely Day 4 will break me.

Right. Time to squeak in one (or three) episodes of House before "dinner"... Yeah, right. Still not hungry. Or tired. I'm starting to freak myself out.

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