|  | | Death be not proud | | | | | 9/12/2009
Philippines
I should have known that things could turn out bad meeting up with Cory. I have decided to blame him for my pounding headache. Second night it Manila was a dozy. Now I feel like hell and of course he wants to go at it again but I think I am going to tell him that I just had a kidney stolen and need a bit of rest.
It is the rainy season here and limits a lot of what I can do. I don’t think I will not get to go diving because of the poor visibility and it is really muddy to go to see the rice terraces but I will put a plan together as soon as I feel like I will live long enough to execute it.
I have an unhealthy and neurotic dislike of shopping. Clothes in particular. Maybe it’s because I am someone between normal and a dwarf when it comes to my size. So between Dubai and Manila I have spent a perverted amount of time trying to find a pair of cargo pants. When I was in Greenland I was attacked by a polar bear and have a giant claw mark going down the arse of my other pair.
Cory’s wedding went without a hitch and was a quiet affair compared to the night before and what I suspect will be a crazy night again. I think that boy was an Irish dockworker in a previous life.
I havde beean told tjhat my spelllning can be terrible whiucgh uis true butt somettomes I cannot get to a prauper computer and willl be working on a computer that hass a differrtent keyboard and I have a tough time figuring ouuut what is whawt.
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