Burma at Last, Part II: Everything Is Broken

(Part 2 of 3)

You see, I've been giving these posts names that are twists on the titles of famous books about Burma (with The River of Lost Footsteps by Thant Myint-U inspiring the title of the first post), but I didn't have to change ANYTHING about the title of Emma Larkin's Everything Is Broken to get it to fit this post.

 

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Evolution Hates Me

So, the other night I came home at 2 am...

... to find one of these wandering around my driveway.

I mean, what is even the hell.

Burma At Last, Part I: River of Lost Pratfalls

(This is going to be part 1 of 2 - 3; we'll see how it goes.  Also, I apologise for once again neglecting posting here.  I'll try to be better at posting regular small stories, and not just occasional, massive reports.  But for now - )

I’M BACK FROM BURMA, BABY!

I loved it.  I’ve got severe sunburn, at least twenty mosquito bites, half a dozen blisters, and a skinned thigh, and I did something mysterious and regrettable to my right foot; I managed to rip my trousers, broke my bag, and God knows what I did to my Andropad, which has taken to only displaying a sad little web of jagged lines.  And I spent most of Thursday lying down and groaning faintly with the second-worst case of food poisoning I’ve ever had.  And I don’t even care.  I smell like ADVENTURE and also bug spray.