I don't know if I can top the dramatics of my last post, but I would like the update those who were/are concerned;
I'm bored in a hospital with a headache/concussion, a rather managled broken arm and a sexy limp due to a sprained ankle. I've replaced Sir Bob Geldof and have signed far too many things while here.
Captain Jack, my Captain Jack, are you alright? I've still not heard from you. New Captain Jack, the one who I sadly only met while in a concussive state (I'm still in it, but ssh, I'm better), a pleasure, I'm Jack Dent, or Sir Jack Dent, depending on how formal we get. Ray, Greg tells me you are alright, and that is delightful to know, also congrats on the wedding! Reina and Sofia, I'm meeting you tomorrow, tra la la! Gregory knows how I feel and has already shooed me away for the evening...Oh! My Captain Jack (I am sort of tittering over calling you that. I know you aren't mine, don't fret and get all worried. I'm not obessive, just flamboyantly fabulous), I'd very much like, once I'm no longer in hospital, another little trip. With a third, if you wouldn't mind.
I wish there was more to do in the hospital besides badger you all, but here we are. C'est la vie, such is life.