It may be the most pointless, but I'm leaving room for further mediocrity just in case.

I have a bunch of notes to write up including insights into the Vietnamese psyche, the excellence and intrigue of certain people living and working here in Nha Trang (a Puerto Rican tattoo shop owner; an English bar owner; a German girl; a Canadian Girl; a random DJ and the ambiguous excellence of a famous English DJ, among others) and local culture and SouthEast Asian psychological whatnots and doohickies of varying relevance, but frankly I'm on a 46-hour-and-counting bender of drink, sobriety, artistry, drink and sleep deprivation-induced hallucinations, so I shall be brief.

I would like to touch base with you all lest you think I have forgotten you. I haven't. I'm on way-more than a 46 hour sleep deprived, alcohol-fuelled mission and I honestly can't even see the keyboard keys properly for shit or toffee, but the simple fact is that I am about to do something first amazingly beautiful, and then subsequently subject myself to about 6 to 8 hours of intense, agonising pain all in the name of aesthetics and personal fulfillment.
Details to follow.

In all, it's nearly 4am here and I have to stay awake until sunrise; greeting our new day (a Sunday) with a bucketload of good cheer and weird-ass shit; at about 6:30am then go for a brisk cooling off then a bit of something I love dearly and fear greatly: I am getting a new tattoo at around 11 in the morning, and I have a very low tolerance to pain despite my numerous tattoos, and don't expect to be leaving the chair of inky pain for around seven hours.
As a strange and unprecedented aside I seem to have appointements with girls from two different nations directly after this - and I mean directly - I may go change clothes quickly but intend to come straight to the resort of bar/pool/laziness/attention-seeking immediatly after leaving the evil needler's chair.

There is no point in me telling you this - I am far too drunk and tired and sleep-deprived to manifest my copius notes from the last three days into anything resembling an article, but I think some of you might be feeling lonely, so I am merely extending the hand of familiiarity (and loquacity: if that's even a real word) to say "Hey, I'm still here. still reporting on it all all, willingly suffering for your edutainment" to remind you that I'm still a living, breathing human being.
God I wish that I felt I was.

Anyway this is gonna seem pretty funny and inconsequential in the morning, and that's going to be TOMOROOW morning now as I have to stay awake yet another bloody day to get my deeds done as I wish.

You simply would not believe the number of typographical errors I have fixed in this short piece.

See ya soon