Ah it's one of those days again. Tired at work. Tired of work. But thankfully, not working. Haven't got much to say these days, have been suffering from mental blanks the size of Cincinnati. Not that I know how big Cincinnati is. in fact I'm not even sure how to spell it. I am avoiding real thought. Yet I must respond to the mewling of my readers. Like a hungry cat, blog readers must be fed regularly, or they drift away and get lost amongst the countless dried leaves.

Went to Yoga last night. It wasn't as silly as I thought it would be. But it felt like I was in church again, watching other people speaking in tongues and entering private trance-like states. I just couldn't open my spine and sit bones to "The Breath" no matter how many demonstrations the teacher gave. My favourite positions were flat on the mat, falling asleep, which I nearly did, except the teacher's somnambulous voice increased my suspicion that she was hypnotising us, or merely filching from people's coats. Yoga is a great scam. At the end of the 90 minute session, we each paid $15 and floated out into the night. I wondered if she would pay any tax on that $300. If only I was more flexible, a lucrative career-change could be in the offing.

The light rain woke me from my yoga-induced psychosis and I headed into the city to meet Disaster for dinner. I complimented him on his German postal worker jacket - designed to be thick and toasty, so as to discourage the Indonesian textile-workers from stealing one for themselves. After a pathetic beef laksa, we ambled down to the Theatre of Dreams to watch the Kimchi vs. Bolognaise game. The Kimchi's were going off, and I lost $10 after betting on Italia to win 2-0. Strangely enough, the Asian solidarity feelings kicked in and I was actually happier for losing. You gotta love those real-life fairytales.