Outta here

I've been on a cleaning binge recently.

If I had've known that using a cocktail of anti-mildew cleaning products in a small, poorly ventilated space could get you smacked-off-your-face, high-as-a-kite, I'd've made scrubbing out my bathroom a weekly event. Of course, I could always clean out my ventilator fan, but that would just ruin all my fun. That, and the occasional 'tap-tap-taping' I hear in the roof leads me to believe that there is something alive up there... and if I invade its territory it might get angry. I think I'll leave it alone for now.

In other news (as though any part of my life was remotely newsworthy...), I am going to Vietnam on thursday. Of course, given the cheap-arse airline I'm flying with, there is no real guarantee that I'll actually make it there, and I'll probably end up being sold into white slavery (again), but it's the thought that counts. I'll be gone for a 1 week holiday, and I'll take as many photos with my technologically defunct digital camera and its 60-second life span battery as I can.