I swear on my neck

Today was fairly uneventful, apart from my body beginning to complain more vociferously about the abuse I've been meting out to it; it turns out that running around at night, in the early morning and the late evening isn't wonderful for your neck. As one of my physios pointed out, if you put something the weight of a bowling ball on top of a weak column of flesh and bone, things are going to go wrong from time to time.

Broken yet again

Kuala Lumpur is a strange city, particularly so when you arrive from Hong Kong, God's own experiment in how much concrete you can put in one place before the inhabitants go mental and start choppering each other to death. KL was hacked out of a jungle that keeps threatening to return, so swathes of the city are green forest, with the occasional random enormous building that appears to have teleported in from the 25th century. Perhaps because it's only been a city for a few decades, rather than a loose collection of villages, the transportation hasn't been quite worked out. If it rains, all the traffic stops (and there's a lot of traffic). When all the shops shut at ten, all the traffic stops for an hour too, as everyone tries to drive home at once.

Broken again

Through a combination of over-exuberance, sleep deprivation and arriving ahead of my competence, I did something horrible to my left big toe yesterday, gouging the nail and making the toe itself turn purple and swell up.

Of knives, and conspiracy theories

Yesterday while half asleep I sawed a cut in the side of my finger while trying to slice open a frozen bagel. Although that did wake me up, I didn't feel that walking around the living room holding my hand above my head to slow the bleeding was really the best start to the day.

Also, I dropped half the bagel in the sink and had to chuck it out.