Kar is crazy.

Oh man. I am at the Halifax airport. It is five thirty in the morning. I have yet to sleep since I woke up on Sunday. Life doesn't really feel life like, but more like a never ending sitcom, with cast members who never get to rest. Hours melt into day, days melt into hours. People come and go, interact in both the meaningful and meaningless ways. Suddently you wake up and the leading lady is graduating from university, getting a real job and a grown-up life where it will no longer be acceptable to stay up all night waiting to board a plane in a abandoned nurses residence after everony has left.

Good lord.

I do believe that in the near future I should probably:

Pack lighter bags,

Be kinder to my body,

Get more regular sleep,

Eat.

If I do these things I may feel more human, less dizzy and disconnected, less empty physically and less letargic.

I hope.

Goodnight world, for I believe I will sleep on the plane, and awake in a different universe.

The weather is unseasonably warm.