Before I went down to Bangkok for my annual medical check, I’d told my girlfriend that I’m so ludicrously happy that something bad is bound to happen and that more than likely they’d find cancer.

Well, they didn’t, but the past seven days have held an extreme amount of small annoyances that taken together have pushed my stress levels sky high. This includes:

  • an altercation with my new boss’s new boss, who seems to feel that his recent promotion has bestowed divinity upon him and woe unto those unable to recognize same.
  • camera broke
  • car overheating – and if I want the repair done for free under warranty have to wait until Monday, which means no Sai Kung for me this weekend
  • MediaMan (box with hard disk that hooks up to TV to let me watch downloads) died
  • First replacement for MediaMan was piece of shit, second one being set up now
  • No NOW-TV for one week (granted, a mixed blessing)
  • Slow internet for five days followed by no internet for two days

and there’s probably more that I’ve left out.

The thing is, all of those things taken together don’t add up to 1% of what my girlfriend has been put through in the past week (not by me, ok?). Kudos to her for keeping it together in the face of some truly horrendous stuff.

Last night marked 7 weeks since we met and we ended up spending the evening at the same bar where 7 weeks ago I told her, “I could be Mr. Right.” I think it’s fair to say we both had too much to drink. I seem to recall that after this guy showed his ass tattoo to everyone, I was inspired to remove far too many of my clothes for public consumption on Jaffe Road. My apologies to all who were forced to witness this unsavory sight.

Hongkie Town
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