I am in bed, I have been watching xfiles. I was in bed sick yesterday, I am feeling better except for my backside which hurts like acid rain has been fireing out of me, and of course my stomach which feels like it has had a foreign creature dwelling within, trying to gouge it’s way out. It is saturday the 2nd, I am in bed, amber will no doubt call sooner or later and we might go visit my parents, Hannah who is back from her sojourn will no doubt cook, which will be nice.

I was just before imagining that I had the opportunity to be the leader of the maori batallion and go to war in iraq. I was there writing love letters to Amber. Not just love letters though I was trying to convince her that it was the right thing to do. Not sure where these thoughts come from, they just come.