(diaryland) April 29, 2009 - 8:08 p.m.

Work is a fricking nightmare, man. My problem is, I believe everything that everyone says to me, so I wouldn't say that I'm everybody's punching bag; I'd more say that I'm everybody's lump of plasticine. I'm a blank canvas that everyone can throw their excuses onto, Jackson Pollock-like. Action Excuses.

Today I taught a new Korean child how to play the violin. One thing you have to expect when you teach a Korean child the violin is that their mum will enter the room silently and place a healthy drink on a tiny tray on a flat surface near you and then disappear again.

This particular drink boosted my gut baceria a LOT.