Three Down, Five To Go

Remember that famous scene in The Magic Christian where Peter Sellers has built a giant cesspool and filled it with fresh feces, blood, and other repulsive excrement? And as he tosses pound notes into the vat, expressionless business men in expensive suits climb into the muck and splash around, grabbing for the money?

That's how I feel today, except it's not money I'm grabbing for. It's that elusive and coveted state called "remission."

Bleagh.

Oh yeah, and it's my birthday. 53.