Sam cut his foot some days back and now it's infected. It swelled up three days ago and got all pus-y and painful. He went to the doctor yesterday and got some antibiotic horse pills that seem to be doing the trick, but whether he will be able to get any dives in during the three remaining days we have in town is up-in-the-air. I've been waiting for the last two days with him, hoping that he'll heal up quickly, but starting tomorrow I'm going to strike out on my own, if I have to. I've spent the last two nights listening to divers talk about all the cool Japanese wrecks they saw during their days, and I can't take it anymore. I'm gettin' my ass on a boat and going DOWN.

In other news, the German cockbag from the boat and his buddy keep giving us dirty looks when we see them in town. If if happens again, we may have to have a word. I think he's still pissed because I beat him off the boat and got the last room at the main place to stay that first night we rolled in. He needs to let it go before I get all Normandy on his ass.

This has been the first time I've taken a laptop travelling with me and it's weird. I had no idea there would be so many wifi connections in remote parts of The Philippines. I've suddenly found myself with an internet connection pretty much all of the time, so I have to resist the urge to get lost in the cyber-vortex while a whole tropical paradise passes me by outside.

So now I'm just waiting until 5 o'clock, when it officially becomes okay to start getting totally drunk again.