First of all I'd like to say a bitter farewell to this - the mother of all the crappiest of crappy July's in living memory. Not that I should complain, really, I haven't been any of those who has had their holiday weeks ruined by it. But I'm praying to every God and prophet of every religion in the world, however obscure and unknown, that I'll get two - count them - two, sunny days this August. If the 8th and 9th of August could be clear and sunny (or just don't have rain, really), I'll be a happy camper (literally). That's all I want. Thank you.

In other news; I've been off penicillin for a whole week tomorrow! That's a record! I'm stuffing my face with multivitamins, huge C-vitamin-pills and fruit juices to stay alive tho.

And I'm counting down to Tattoo-Day! And looking forward to it like a kid on Christmas morning. Or something like that. Only a bit concerned about the cost - I really shouldn't be able to afford it. But bah, who cares. It's a life time investment.