So yesterday I had my first social contact in ages and ages - I hung out with two (yes, all of two) people my age; now this might not seem like much to you guys, but for someone who's been cut off from society for three whole weeks, trust me, it's a big deal. I played what must have been the best game of ping pong in my life; I mean, I don't even like ping pong. So, well, you guys, if you're reading this (which I know you probably never will), thanks. You may have saved my life.

I watched the man show for the first time today and I have to report that it was totally kick-ass. Ah, dancing semi-naked jokes and fart jokes. You can't get much better than that. It brought me back to the butt-slapping good times in the Singapore army. What I would give for a beer right now. And some sexy ladies. Hello.

In other news, a study by 20/20 apparently got women to pick their dream date amongst 5 men; they had tall men with average resumes, and short men who they billed venture capitalists or specialist doctors or whatever; the study had all the women picking the tall men. When asked what would make them pick the short men, women replied that they would pick the shorter guys if the taller ones were 'child molesters' or had 'criminal records'. This is the exact sort of thing that paints a sunny rainbow over my dreary days.