Spent all day lying in the sun at the edge of the Persian Gulf. Was going to solve all of the Middle East's problems, but decided to get a tan instead.
Tomorrow I go to a new country. I'd like to name it, but I'm not allowed to identify it until I get back home. I'm like James Bond, but without the nice car. Or fancy clothes. Or hot women. Instead, I'm with a bunch of pudgy, middle-age cartoonists.