Day Four. DO NOT WANT!

It's official. I am feeling rougher than a badger's arse. As they say. Absolutely d-rained.

Sorry Mom.

Anyway - total velcro-pillow syndrome again today, and barely had strength to climb 50m slope to get McSlurry and other morning-time accoutrement at 7.30am. Back to room and straight back to the scratcher©. Then I did something radical. I had a shower etc (so far, so normal) and went up to the restaurant, boycotted my 10am McSlurry and instead felt compelled to actually order the Green Drink.  I amazed myself. With a coconut, for good measure. For the record it still tasted just like juiced celery and garlic, and I had to drink it while not breathing through my nose. That perked me up no end, and ended up chatting iPads to Yet Another Australian (what the hell!) and even had a semi-sane conversation with "Dr John", resident chiropractor (he has a doctorate in Being Nutsy - he could run the KP factory in his sleep - he comes out with lines like "Only dead fish go with the flow"... ) The word "nuts" has (a) made me hungry. Bad. And (b) reminded me of my all-time favourite nut-related joke:

A guy goes to the psychiatrist only wearing shorts made of clingfilm.
The psychiatrist says, "Well, I can clearly see you're nuts."

Yep. The green drink has definitely made me more like me (ie: ancient bad gags ahoy-hoy.)

(ah, sorry Mom, again).

So given comedy sun-burn, I have boycotted the pool today, and it's just been chucking it down with rain, and then the sun came out, bright and glittery...I know this because I can see it all from my window as I languish on my bed watching Mad Men on the MacBook. God bless technology! I did poke my nose outside my door to take a photo of the rain, to notice from the corner of my eye that Neighbour was on his verandah in the hammock, reading a book and watching the rain, while I am plainly being totally un-zen by being holed up in my room watching TV series with the aircon cranked. BAD! BAD KATE! I pretended not to notice him, and faked being fascinated by the rain for a few moments (I, too, can appreciate nature at it's most raw...), but then decided I totally couldn't be bothered with the pretense and came back in to finish the episode. I totally heard him watching trashy american teenagey movies last night through the wall, so his At-One-With-The-Planet routine doesn't entirely ring true. Ha!

Well. One more episode, then herbal tabs (I am rattling, it's the only thing even vaguely solid going down my neck), then McS, then ... radically...a massage, I reckon. Life = hard.

So - just one observation - as much as I usually don't much appreciate my friends loitering in the rafters, crapping liberally all over my room with total abandon as to whether it's landing in my flip-flops, on my pillow, etc, but I really am appreciating my little gecko compadres. They are fiendish mosquito-eaters, and are very cute. Though they do make an unbelievably loud calling sound for things that are so little. And I always thought "it was a barking gecko" was just a way of passing the blame.

Right. Laters!