During a heatwave on a trip to Thailand I

During a heatwave on a trip to Thailand I contracted malaria. In my delirium I'd written my fiance: Got jungle fever, bad. So hot. Need to stay extra 2 weeks to replenish fluids.

In those 2 weeks, I consumed as many fluids as I could. Jungle fever made me thirsty.I was not yet fully recovered. Wrote to my fiance: Weak muscles. Unreal dreams. Need more time.

My realer dreams were of corporate layoffs and small talk with my wife's friend's husband. I hate him. He laughs at my strict regiment of Powerade Zero. I'll give him my jungle fe

ver and see how well he does in his corporate world of lies, control, slavery, prostitution, monochromatic color schemes, geometric living spaces, and haute cuisine. Yeah,

oh yeah, America, f*ck yeah!" He let the overdrive guitar slowly wind down. The Power Sneer never left his face. Silence. Then one clap. Then two claps. Three, soon the slow clap

as shark-ash. She was more like a dolphin, trying to get her point across in whatever warbled voice that is that she uses. She just

couldn't even, no matter how much she tried.That explained the odd slant they had detected in the data points. She didn't even because she couldn't even. How odd. In that light, we

-dding plans were cancelled, the white vinyl tenting rolled up and returned to the rental conpany, and the cake donated to the homeless. Blue Clyde the 70's cover band wanted their

lives back. Ripp finally proposed to Cheryl, Ian visited his grandfather's grave in Durness and Roy went back to Nebraska to become the only leisure suit farmer in the west.