Nomi and the night.

Throwing up is always an experience. Throwing up on an empty stomach leaves much more acid, or a higher concentration of acid, in your mouth.

I flushed the toilet and brushed my teeth. Now I’m sipping water with wet lips. Would have liked to nibble on a dry cracker, though my gut tells me it's too soon to try.

You can add the full moon and lack of nourishment from yesterday, too.

Been some sailing last days with the guns pointed at the deck, going up and down.

In a few more hours, I’ll be walking with a dog and a once again coworker who bought me Smiles/smiles and brought hugs to our reunion.

Do you recall the Simon and Garfunkel son that ends with “the morning is just a few hours away”? Technically, it became morning at 04:00 (AM, not PM – duh).

My connection, or lack of it, only allows for a single page refresh before it stops all together. Takes ages logging on to anything. Nevertheless, that’s what I have to do in order to post and share this.

By now I’ve given up trying to disconnect and reconnect as the process takes even longer and there is no guarantee that I’ll be able to get back on during the first try.

As an MMO player, it’s not optimal.

About an hour, took it.

I’ve learned to keep Skype on the bottom tab of the screen, and move forward when it’s not showing the update sign. Unfortunately, there is no logic or time-frame, and I can easily skip some of it because it’s not 100% accurate and the signal for web access doesn’t cooperate with it at all.

And then, all of a sudden, the net decides to play ball and work with me, allowing me access, but not so much to actually post my writings.

By saving everything I wrote down, I assured myself that it would not get lost in the "progress, working, sorry - not working".

Just plain luck I was able to get this out at all.

Homeward bound. Or, well, home is where your heart is, so your real home's in your chest.