Where the Frick am I?

I'm in Dubai, that's the frick where!

I'm sorry for not keeping my loyal peepz up to date, but I've been very very busy. Plus I've been a little afraid also. I don't want to get Felix's parents into trouble for me visiting dodgy sites, so I've just gone cold turkey.

I haven't been following anyone. Not even the tamest of tame.

Anyway, staying here has been nice. We still have a little while to go and I'm fricked. So very, very tired. Felix's mum *insists* that we get up at an *ordionary* hour. I'm sorry, WOMAN, but I WORK from FIVE THIRTY every MORNING in NZ! I think I deserve a fucking holiday!?

I'm really worked up over her. I just can't cope. This is, after all, a holiday. It's not my job to keep her entertained.

Perhaps I should suggest that she get a job, istead of bumming off her husband?

Perhaps not.

Anyway, normal schedling will apply once I get back home. Perhaps. Maybe.






No one emails me to tell me that they miss me!