I just wrote a really really long note about how I tried going vegetarian and the reasons why it doesn't work for me. I think I sounded a little psycho so I erased it all. I think at one point I said I'd eat horse. Anyways, long story short, vegetarian and me don't mix. Nothing personal it's just a difference in opninions. We are unable to see eye to delicious cuts of meat..I mean eye! Eye. And smoking too. Sorry. Can't stop. I've cut down a lot but, baby I just can't quit you. I blame Crystal for leaving her purse unattended when I was 17 and allowing me to steal cigarettes from her. I didn't actually start smoking until about 2 years later but the damage was done. Thanks sis. When you're done poisoning me with your habits I think we should go down to the orphanage and punch some babies, is that something you'd be interesed in doing? Fascist.

Well today I am in town, coming back from a "fish pond open house" in some village somewhere in Fiji. Mysterious, eh? I couldnt find that place again if my life depended on it. It was a kind of pointless thing for me to go because I know (or believe I know) how to go about getting our ponds built, but I got my buddy Apolosi to come along and asked some important questions to ministry of fisheries people. I think he's excited and motivated now to get this thing off the ground. Bonus. Other volunteers were there too, double bonus. And we bailed early and walked for about 4 miles before we got picked up and shuttled back into town. And then my other friend showed up and we went dow....anyway, I digress.

I feel a little wired today. Mostly just in my hands though. I have my first Fijian illness! I have a cold. I can't believe I've been here so long without getting sick. (says mike days before he contracts ebola laced rabies). Luckily I used all my cold medicine when I found out I was allergic to Bigsby (who has moved in with another family, but comes around often to get some real lovin). So I'm a sniffling sorry mess at the moment. Could be worse. It could be better though too; now that I think about it.

I have some work related objectives in town today before I catch the bus back home, so I am off. But before I go would like to announce that my dog Bingo ate a dish sponge yesterday while I watched helplessly while talking on the telephone. He dragged it outside, my last sponge, and then shredded to a thousand pieces. When he was done he peed for good measure. He later tried to come into my house begging for food. I gave him the spiciest hunk of homemade chilie I could make. I am determined to get every piece of that sponge back.

Happy Early Birthday Kaitlyn!!