Yesterday morning I climbed into one these things. Inside I found darkness, 30cm of water and about 500kg's of salt. I floated for an hour completely desensitized as the soft sounds of didgeridoos and shaman chants filled the tank. When I climbed out of the floatation tank it felt as if I'd slept for 2 weeks. I'm pretty sure I then had the best stretch in the history of man.
So, with my new-found energy, I went out. I hit a bakery, a braai, a show house, back to the braai which by that time had become a dessert. I then met some more peeps in Parkurst for some dinner, drinks and then home by, wait for it, 7PM... where I suddenly crashed and woke up at 10:28AM.
So, there was no posting yesterday. Thank you floatation tank.
Wait. It's now after 11. That means I've missed meeting a friend for breakfast. Shit. Damn you floatation tank. Damn you.