Bad case of diarrhea last night and today. Must be the instant pasta I made. Or the instant hot chocolate.

Or both. =/ Had a terrible sleep, of course, waking up at some god-forsaken hour with a really, really, really bad tummy-ache.

The boss, having flew in from SYD yesterday afternoon, told me today that I ought to visit that city as it's just beautiful. He suggested I drop by for a few days en route to AKL; I told him it's not on the way. He scoffed and said I and "dearly beloved" (his words - that's what he's taken to calling her) could have a little holiday there.

Well, never say never - but if I were ever to drop by SYD, it'd be for at least one of a few things: Bobbi's Pole Studio, Mardi Gras, or someone I really miss.