not quite island time

Well, i didn’t wind up in a broken-off tail section, though i am on a vaguely mysterious island. More tales of my trip to come (for it is too hot to sit over my computer for very long). But so far, i’ve been diving, i’ve made fresh ahi poke, i’ve had a waittress at the […]

Well, i didn’t wind up in a broken-off tail section, though i am on a vaguely mysterious island. More tales of my trip to come (for it is too hot to sit over my computer for very long).

But so far, i’ve been diving, i’ve made fresh ahi poke, i’ve had a waittress at the hard rock cafe partially disrobe to show me her tattoos, i’ve seen a weasel (ok, a mongoose, but weasel is funnier) tend to it’s, ah, personal hygene needs, and I’ve found my condo has a minimal wireless signal.

So this ain’t bad. And I’m not even quite on island time yet, which is to say, i still retain some sense of urgency. That should be gone in another day, about the same time I go to stock the condo on rum, vodka and sake.

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