At last

Just like whining before a party you don’t much want to go to, my last post seemed to dispel the worst of my fears for the looong night. Actually got some sleep, at least a few winks here and there, and arrived Shanghai reasonably sane. My back is shot again, and I smell like an outhouse, but I don’t feel overly homicidal. All I can add to that is: thank God for Iain M. Banks and Bill Hicks.

(Blogged from my cellphone.)