3/15 Technology and I are friends again

Turns out my self-correcting skills are shit, because sitting down with a paper copy of Banana Trees uncovered at least a dozen clear-as-day misspellings, grammar mistakes, missing words and redundancies. As Martina said-- "Sometimes 'cut-and-paste' is not your friend." So it's been heavily edited, reorganized slightly and trimmed by about a page. Tomorrow I'm printing it out and trying again. I'll use my whole god damn print quota, if it comes down to that, just to get a good final draft of this story.

And after all the fuss and hassle, I rather easily got my bad self immunized against Hepatitis A for the next 20 years. BUT the vaccine will take 2-4 weeks to settle in, which means that I'm cutting it close if I hit the tropics in early April. He also recommended I not take anti-malarials, which is a bit disconcerting. If homie gets killed by an animal it better be a polar bear or sumatran tiger, not a fucking mosquito. Oh well, the malaria season in Vanuatu ends in May (I think) so putting off travel until June might be better for my health as well as my wallet.

But given that I was injected with a disease that attacks the liver this morning (however diluted or harmless), I thought a Thursday bender might not be in my best interests. I settled for one pint of VB at the pub with Rohan, who earlier took me up into the Adelaide Hills (very nice windy drive, kind of like taking Pomerado all the way up to the 15). He's leaving for Japan Saturday and will be missed. He's like a skinny, goofy teddy-bear... who just happens to compare everything unfavorable to the Holocaust...

Drink Count: 1

From Lauren's birthday extravaganza-- if you can manage to blow this up at all, see if you can pick out Rohan. It's not difficult.