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[robinturner]

Damn - I get a four-day weekend, thanks to the foundation of the Turkish Republic, and I've psent the first half of it ill. I get through the week, then on Friday night something inside me decides projectile vomiting would be a really fun way to spend the small hours. Like I'm playing charades and can't think of a better clue for The Exorcist.

Spent most of yesterday asleep. Today I'm up and about (well, about within a very small circumference) but all my muscles ache. Tomorrow I would really like a visit from two Thai masseuses, but instead have to go and get the car roof fixed. Some guys I know would leap at the chance to drive over to an industrial estate that looks like the setting for a gun battle between cops and cocaine barons, then stand around in the cold trying to understand conversation about widge-nuts, tamping-valves and blow-ends. Not me.

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[arbiteroftruth.livejournal.com]

you said blow-ends.

[solri.livejournal.com]

Uh huh huh huh.

[solri.livejournal.com]

In the end it didn't turn out too badly. I got the car fixed, and remembered that I don't need to be intimidated by mechanicese, because this is Turkey and I can just pretend that I'd don't understand the Turkish, rather than revealing that I am a latent homosexual because I don't know or care what a jib-sprocket does. Actually, I should do this more often, as it will give me more sympathy for my colleaugues who look at me in a blank but vaguely embarrassed way when I talk about RAM or motherboards.

Moreoever, I think I've worked out what had been making me vomit - the infamous hole in my jaw where my wisdom tooth used to be. A bit of poking around with a match (a little-known instrument of modern dentistry) produced a wodge of evil-smelling ruddy-brown matter. It also revealed how deep this damn hole is - I can use a match like a dipstick (see, there's one car term I do know)!