12.22.04 - 1:14 am

home.
i love america. i love looking at americans. i love jack in the box.
i love hearing "dada".
i took a shower, hoping it would ease the waves of nausea, but it didnt. not really at least.
i dont feel good. words, written and spoken hollowed my body. and twenty four hours of trains, walking, US customs, airplanes and luggage has sapped my body of energy. not to mention the nine hour time difference.
how i wish i would have brought back hostel tim. and a whole lot less debt.