I am going to ny!

Tomorrow, actually. Only I get there on saturday morning. Who knows what madcap hijinks I will get up to?

In other news:
I'm seriously thinking of becoming an osteopath. There are many reasons for this, including:
1. they earn good money
2. it seems like a fun enough job
3. 90% of the current practitioners are ape-shit stupid incompetents. Like, quite frankly, most of the medical field... but let's not go down THAT path. My rant here is on the ridiculously low quality of osteopathy in the states and london! And it's over now, because it's a boring rant. But next week? When I meet (another) osteopath? I'm laying the smackdown hard on this poor fool, and if he's another weak wristed, "oooh, I don't want to apply pressure on you" (I mean, dude, you're an OSTEOPATH. That is your JOB, to apply pressure. So it HURTS. I'm in IT, do I go around saying "yeah, I can fix your problem, and I won't even use a compuer? No, I don't. Because that is plain stupid)

So! People are wanting the story of how I nearly killed myself. It's pretty simple, and for the benefit of all our readers, I'm going to give it to you in easy, fool-proof (and believe me, mostly fools will be doing this) steps! Now fun for everyone!

1. imbibe your favourite beverage, unless it's not beer. In that case, imbibe beer.
2. imbibe more, because you are in a yankee pub for the first time ever, and that's how you roll.
3. repeat steps 1 & 2.
4. And 3.
5. start again.
6. and one for the road! Only throw this one away - you know your limits!
7. go home, cook pasta.
8. keep cooking.
9. god, pasta takes a long time to cook. Why not have a nap?
10. Wake up. Think: "whoo! Tired, ... stupid alarm-clock going off at 6:19am. Gee, that pub must have been smoky, the room is full of smoke."
11. swear. Realise pasta has cooked for 4 hours, and will probably be soggy and revolting. Go and clean up pot.
12. swear some more, pasta is carbonated. Check out smoke alarm, and find it chillaxin' on the wall, looking at proceedings with a mirthful grin.
13. stay in room for another night, and wonder why you are having difficulty sleeping. Don't think about the smoke, and the health hazard it is.
14. try to sleep the following night. Have an epiphany! Put off joining scientology for another day, and try to go back to bed.
15. Have ANOTHER epiphany, and realise should probably leave smoky, cancer-hazardous room.
16. sleep in lobby.
17. next day complain, and get moved to new, nicer room, bigger, and get clothes washed on the house.
18. write up on blog, so others can try this out too! One has to share!

Yes! Only 18 steps! And the price? It's only free! Where else can you get such a dealeeo?

Ok, so, tomorrow:
- kick ass in IT some more.
- go to nyc
- maybe book a chiropractor? Because, y'know, good osteos are rare.