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Op Ten. Mission Accomplished. Must've been ten, eleven days ago now... lots of pain, spent a week on the poids, had a bad night off 'em, but i'm ok now. Will know how it all went in one month after the check up. Ah yes... my unswerving faith in medical science and materials technologies. Gentlemen, we have rebuilt him.

How do I feel? Thrashed. It was a long way in to do what they had to do and I afterwards I felt every inch of it. Back and front. Yeah ouch.

There is only so much through-put a skinny 60 kg white boy can take. Even zonked off your face, you know when that point has been reached and it's time to just stop taking that shit. And ride it out. Again. Grrrr....

OK enough, you get the picture.

Ok, a big huge hug and thanks to my team at RPA. Once again you have demonstrated your craft on me and I guess I'm walking annoying evidence of just how good your JuJu is.

Jet, Nat, Axl, Mads, Chrissie, Brian, Mum... thanks for being my pyramid builders. Long may you run.

Speaking of which... I'm off to run the Marathon hohoho... but I will pick up the Gretsch and 'av meeself a lil' play along to Bettye LaVette's version of this Dylan classic.

Most of the Time (Bob Dylan)

Most of the time, I'm clear focused all around

Most of the time, I can keep both feet on the ground

I can follow the path, I can read the signs

Stay right with it, When the road unwinds

I can handle whatever, I stumble upon

I don't even notice, She's gone

Most of the time

Most of the time, It's well understood

Most of the time, I wouldn't change it if i could

I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own

I can deal with the situation, Right down to the bone

I can survive, And i can endure

And i don't even think, About her

Most of the time

Most of the time, My head is on straight

Most of the time, I'm strong enough not to hate

I don't build up illusion, 'Till it makes me sick

I ain't afraid of confusion, No matter how thick

I can smile in the face, Of mankind

Don't even remember, What her lips felt like on mine

Most of the time

Most of the time, She ain't even in my mind

I wouldn't know her if i saw her, She's that far behind

Most of the time, I can't even be sure

If she was ever with me, Or if i was ever with her

Most of the time, I'm halfway content

Most of the time, I know exactly where it all went

I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide

Hide from the feelings, That are buried inside

I don't compromise, And i don't pretend

I don't even care, If i ever see her again

Most of the time

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