Mr. Topp and the Big Bad Blog

Jetlag can hit pretty hard. But this is not it.

No — this is being up for twelve hours after four hours of sleep. It is spending most of those hours travelling or waiting to travel. It’s exhaustion.

And at this point in the day — having settled in for the evening — it feels like this:

(Image by gregthemayor)

There was a plan for tonight’s blog: Put some photos up, talk about being in Malaysia, travel, et cetera.

But there’s a hitch in the plan, a hiccup. The photos won’t upload. Really, the blog was going to be mostly the photos. I forgot to change my camera settings from RAW to JPG, so it was a pain in the ass to convert them — my personal laptop, which I usually use for photo editing, is still in London. Once I accomplish this, I try to upload and … it just gets to 99% uploaded and sits there. That last one percent is important, apparently.

So instead, I give you news of good old Blighty, where I would be right now were it not for the work.

First, people are busy being ugly.

Also, Lady Thatcher has not died.

That is all. Go about your business.

(Image from this place here.)