Bong Bong

 I was up all night again. At least I got well over an hour's practice in. I'm on pages 16-17 now. 

Bong Bong Marcos is the new President of the Philippines now. I remember in the 80s when Michael Qseng, the popular DJ on 93FM-Q which we listened to all day, talked to him on the phone because he was there in Hawaii, hiding out with his dad, the deposed Ferdinand Marcos. He asked him how he got the name Bong Bong, because even though he was Filipino himself, he'd never heard of that nickname. 

I suspect he'll outdo Duterte in both corruption and violence, and do his father proud. 

I'm still corresponding with my evil moneybags aunt. She's a horrible person, but she keeps leaking information about that side of my family that I find interesting. It's like being able to talk to Himmler or even the charming Hermann Goering, sitting in the dock there in Nuremberg. Utterly horrible people you look forward to seeing hang but in the meantime interesting to talk to out of morbid curiosity. The old bat can't be that much longer for this world and would leave it with me owing *her* money somehow if there were a way to. 

I got 20 Ebay things listed and then, it being almost midnight, had some tuna salad and called it a day.