Saigon, shit. I’m still only in Saigon
Well. I’ve arrived in Milwaukee, and I’ve been spending the weekend just aclimatising to jet-lag. Which means, arriving at the weekend. First night is a late night, then split-sleep into two four hour blocks with a one hour break. Bingo, instantly in-sync’ with local timezone.
Making fists with your feet on the carpet does not work. It’s a stupid idea. Martial arts works… In fact, I’m Captain Willard.
“Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker. And every minute that Charlie squats in the bush, he gets stronger.”
