altitude sickness

it's a strange thing to feel this aversion. on the eve of my journey to sunnier climes, which should be a heady 2 month mix of hong kong lights, aussie sun and brasilian bikinis :) I actually feel like I'm not ready to leave yet.

it's not a rational thing. there's no way to explain it. it's not like i've thought it through and come to a conclusion. it's just there.

today i haven't really been able to function. i've been packing and stuff, but beyond that i'm feeling a little docile. temporarily lobotomised. undead.

slippery is my word of the week. for i am it, never in the same place twice it seems. swallowed whole by the oyster of my world.