"Even if I got rid of all my problems, I'd just go out and get new ones..."

Aayaboa! Says the traveller
7:44 p.m. on 2004-10-03

Well, I'm back.

My luggage isn't, however. No, that is somewhere between Columbo, Sri Lanka, Heathrow, and Manchester. Hopefully in Heathrow. I'm not overly worried since the bag contained nothing of huge value - or rather, nickability. But it does hold my nice daysack, and my walking boots, and of course the bag itself - all amounting to somewhere in the region of, ooh, a couple of hundred quid.

So yeah. Heathrow? Can I have my bag back please?

I'm quite tired. SL time is about five hours ahead of the UK, plus I've barely slept in the last 36 hours. So I'm knackered. Still, day off tomorrow, to be spent lounging on the couch watching the episodes of the Sopranos and the West Wing that I taped whilst I was away.

Oh, what, the holiday? I'll tell you about it when my brain has returned to my body.

Listening to: Kathleen Edwards "Hockey Skates"

Quote: "I love stuffing. It gives you great wind."

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