Three o'clock in the morning, eating cheese on toast and really rather drunk is not the best time in the world to start your eight week course of anti-malarial tablets.
It seemed like a good idea at the time though.
30 June 2008
I watched the sunrise yesterday. Old friends and a bottle of whisky and there it was. Erupting from the water, molten gold spilling over the sapphire sea.
I'm packing again. Well, I should be. My home, job, place in the universe are all in a state of flux. Questions hang overhead while great voyages and adventures lie just around the corner. I need some manner of space. Downtime. Breathing room. Call it what you will.
It's not going to happen though.
Life doesn't have a pause button. Only fast forward.
It's all just going to move faster.
Before I know it I'll be somewhere else.
Even if I'm still here.