Well, it's all over. For those you you not in the know, I'm back on these fair shores, where nothing works properly, everbody complains and generally take life far too seriously. Must be the temperature.

At any rate, nothing says "welcome home" quite like being told that your dog is dead ten minutes after completing a twenty hour period of transit. Tiggy was diabtic with a heart murmur, but conveyed no real impression that she was on death's door. Then again, to live is to suffer, and while afflicted with these things, Tiggy had a very good run of things, and I'd like to think she was happy. Hope she's doing well in whatever life she's at now.

Fired from the better life down under, I'm now determined not to let things get to me as they so often normally do. Indeed, "no worries" is a mantra everone should start living their lives by. It really does seem to make people happier. I'm not saying we should all just pretend that bad things don't happen to us and others, but rather we shoud embrace these things with as much entusiasm as we would to somethibng better that happens.

Right, I'm off to play Doom 3 now. It's Terrifying.


whimper.