All over the place today. Went to bed at two last night, woke up at six. Why? I had some thinking to do, and my body/subconcious must have secretly colluded and decided that four hours was more than sufficient. Feeling sick but not from a bug.

Leaving tomorrow for a week, back for two days, away for a week and a half. Finally. Then I gotta find a house to rent. Limboland is lifting away.