Gad! Why did I just pay forty crowners for an hour of internet usage, when I know that I now have less than an hour for a little refreshment back in my cabin before heading off to dinner? I just needed to check my e-mail.. There was nothing of importance. I’m so addicted to this shit.
Speaking of which, the cabin is even smaller than my bedsit. Back later!
Heh, I know the feeling. Sometimes it’s just too hard to let go, like that snot-flavoured ice cream or that luxury multiple massage pillow. There’s always room for some blogging, though:
http://www.xkcd.com/c77.html