This actually hurts - but I gotta do it. If you want to read something good, witty (I hope) and actually about the stuff I've done and the cool things that have happened, please skip straight to the next post.
This little post is here only as part of my medical treatment for a mental health disorder.

I have been online exclusively - apart from 5 minutes to order a pizza delivery and another 5 minutes to let a German woman check her emails - since 1:15pm, and right now it is 11:13pm, and I feel like I should be allowed a bit of a cry if I really wanted to.

I love writing and in particular I have enjoyed writing stuff up today immensely, but these photos are doing my head in: I have to get them up here though because....

Long Story Short: I have only 2 memory cards, one full, one almost full, I have no idea exactly which pictures I have already saved onto Photobucket because of my incredibly bad idea of timing in saving up 2 gigabytes of relatively low-resolution pictures, then suffering in ever getting them online because of the haphazard way I was forced to put some (but which ones?????) online in the dozy little internet cafes further North, and now the only way to make sure I don't lose these precious pictures I have taken - and they're precious to me (I cannae even be bothered to do Golem jokes such is the sinking level of my numbed mind) because some of them are quite good - is to systematically trawl through them and delete the ones I've already got online -

- but, with 2000 pictures and counting, I'm not going to remember which ones are already on the computer (i.e. the internet; i.e. the Photobucket.com site) or already on the camera, which isn't much good to me if I go out and erase the ones on the camera (i.e. the memory cards) to take more pictures when I don't have them on the computer (i.e. the you get the idea and I might just lose it if I don't finish this).

Now, probably not many of these pictures are any good, but some are. And if I don't work through the whole lot, I dont have any idea which. See?

I'm probably missing a vital step of logic here (very likely) but this is why I go through this process. You didn't need to know any of this. I'm just clearing the thoughts in my own fogged-up head, plus....

Plus a certain person (hello sweetie XXX) keeps telling me to get some fresh air seeing as I've been at this for 5 days now, so I feel doubly bad for doing nothig else for so long BUT, if I hadn't had this reminder rammed through my thickening head, I would probably stay here for a week, gain 20 pounds right in my arteries, and die from cheeze-pizza poisoning (a rare but tragic disease).

I'm actually quite near the door and the place is lovely, so that's not a problem - I even go walking for a mile or two every morning, or at least up and down the corridors a few times ;) - but I am starting to see her point and therefor I'm off on a backwater boat trip all day tomorrow.

Where I will take some more photos ;)

Keeping on top of this situation is making me only slightly crazy though, so don't worry; I shan't be wearing underpants on my head with a pencil in each nostril saying "wibble" for a little while yet, unless I'm doing my famous BlackAdder impression, at which point most people leave the area out of sheer embarassment because frankly, that's just been done far too many times already.

There is also now a global shortage of the words `frankly`, `actually`, and `really` that's down to me because frankly, I actually use these three terms far, far too much. Really.

I'm just reaching for the pants and pencils right now....