stone-cold in Sagada!
it's raining, freezing and my hotel doesn't have hot water. technically, it's an inn but who gives a crap when the oil in your hair can fuel this small village for a day. i've been rained in for 3 days and in times like this, i relax and thank jehovah i have my laptop to while the time away programming in PERL and C++.
after 5 consecutive days of foregoing a shower, my hair can take any shape with the aid of nature's mousse (i.e. bits of accumulated filth):
if i gave a crap, i'd hear the cowardly whispers of "dirtbag" from the peanut gallery (i.e. you). but i give not a crap and for comedic purposes, i'm gonna attempt to arrive at Tim's house, sans showering for the rest of the week. when the vision is lost from tim's watery eyes and he's suffocating with fits of cough, i think you'll agree, it was worth the hassle as well as the ostracism of my fellow travelers.
in related news: i haven't washed my clothes for a month. to put it in understandable terms, that's an average of 1 pair of underwear per week. it's like wearing steel armor but with less mobility and far less wenches in my company.
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