By rambling on pointlessly.

First, very clearly have to reduce the dosage on these new narcotics assigned to 'manage' the pain, as they say, from this fine little cancer and so forth. Not only can I not sleep, I've developed a bizarre craving for yoghurt and am fascinated by "First Knight," an objectively terrible film, as well as a moderately surreal documentary on St. Nicholas. American cable is truly atrocious, I may add. So very happy I have my Sat TV back home.

Second, (wait, need more yoghurt... there more yoghurt), concerning this annoying exile in the United States, I have now officialy spent more time here than I have in many years.

Third, I was disappointed that after my most recent exam I was unable to use the opportunity to set of radiation sniffers and use the fine "doctors' note" explaining why. Maybe I should hang around in mosques.

Fourth, unable to stop my scheming with respect to the Fund and the Titanic. Still uncontrollably paranoid given the feeding frenzy in the Titanic (more resignations this past week), but while I can't count on them not stabbing a cancer patient in the back, at least my uniqueness makes me hard to replace. Fund is a problem. Partners at war, Fund not closed. All these things make one a bit nervous. The rational side says bail out, but the greedy side says, what the fuck, with an interest and a jr. partner position could be worthwhile. Plus, I really only want to be in the region. Nothing else really holds interest. Of course, this all presumes I don't end up in the unluckly 10-20 odd percent who don't respond to the chemo, rendering all this paraniod rambling rather besides the point.

Fifth, I feel a desire to come up with absurd stories for the witless goons who keep asking me about my little MENA home (when they can figure out where it is, a scandalous percentage of people have no bloody idea where my little home is in the world - never mind due to a silly film it's singularly one of the most famous places in the bloody world). Perhaps a little contest.

Sixth, I need to find a way to describe my job without getting the raised eyebrows reaction.

Seventh, after forcing myself to watch Fox TV new for a few hours, I am now convinced that al Jazeerah is actually better. It is not the politics, it's the irritating breathlessness of everything.

Of course this is true of most US TV news. I can say having long been absent, that the quality has clearly declined.

Eighth, in my opinion Spanish TV in the US has the hottest babes.

Ninth, am wondering what it says about me that me JV partner is nervous about my scummy habits while I am far away. Not even as a cancer patient can I be trusted? Well, come to think of it. Luckily my sense of propriety and aversion to lawsuits is a reasonable substitute for morality.

Tenth,