I'm back now. Got all your comments. Got your e-mail Ash. Will reply when I can. Hopefully tomorow, but who can say? Things do occur.
Other than that, I spent the last week in Motueka with Charlie. My kilt pin got infected and gross. I smoked some pot with Charlie and her mate Paul, and got drunk, and sat in the lounge-room with my head as close to the speakers immiting music as I could and grooved out. Y'know the Simion and Garfunkal song, Feeling Groovey? That's awesome. I should learn to play it. Fracking cool nana's.
I'm all medicated now. So am tired. So am going to bed.