I plead the fifth..

... or whatever it is you plead when you can't remember nothin' - because that's what I remember as far as that last post is concerned. Not even a glimmer of recognition. I guess that sake I was drinking did the job; or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof, anyway. Odd though, that I cannot recall anything: usually a bottle of sake to myself is quite manageable. I mean, it's not like I'm unfamiliar with the drink: three years of living in rural Japan certainly helped me with that. Maybe I hit the pipe... that would explain a certain amount of synaptic malfunction.

Otherwise am hale and healthy; happiness is still up for debate, but I can't really complain about anything. No, wait. 'Hale' and 'healthy' are also questionable. I neglected to mention that on Valentine's day I had to go to the local medical laboratory (how 21st century is that? The local med lab - sweet) for an HIV test. Not that I have been partaking in 'hazardous' activities - despite my desire for the contrary - I just stopped by the doctor's office about a rash on my shoulder and the MD insisted I get tested. Whatever. I feel fine; albeit a tad on the itchy side.