7/12 AAA, Day 29: You don't need a weatherman...

Didn't even pretend to do anything today-- the 10% chance of precipitation the news broadcast became 8 solid hours of pissing, dumping, sideways, gale-force rain. Booked my last night in New Zealand (fucking YHA has a maximum stay of 6 nights-- what the fuck is that about??? Anyway, this new place has a 24-hour reception, which will be extremely useful), finished Thomas Mann, wrote, thought, showered (second shower in about 10 days-- I am the king of the lazy backpackers!) and at some bomb ass lamb korma curry with naan and went to damn sleep.

Drink Count: 0

P.S. I realize this is a really uneventful blog lately-- blame:

1) the weather, for sucking
2) my notebook for filling, and my patience for detail waning
3) the family atmosphere of this hostel-- not 'family' as in everyone hangs out, 'Family' as in the place turns into fucking Chuck E. Cheese 5-8pm each night-- and the general depressed state of tourism this time of year
4) god damn not drinking, which forces me to say "no, I don't want to go out to the bar to shoot pool" or "no, I'm not going out to Club Night with the hostel where for $5 you get 2 free shots and 2 free beers" and I instead eat cookies and M&Ms from the vending machine (not a cheaper habit) and absorb my eyeballs in television and fight the terrible urges to run across the street, get two bottles of Monkey Hill (or Tree?) wine and sit on the couch, drink them, then go find something entertaining to do and, perhaps, write about.

Instead, I took some fucked up pictures of myself:and I finally said 'FUCK YOU' to my Doxycycline: