I hate nights like these. I went to bed uneasy in the first place, and then I dreamed crap. I sort of hope part of these dreams where a “preview”. Woke up more than once in a cold sweat.

I experienced my death three times over tonight. Every time it was by gun. This is a repeating theme lately. I am curious as to why.

Apparently there is wireless access throughout the African bush and just about everyone there has laptops and plays online games.

I experienced a few serious falling-outs. Some of them remained unresolved, which blows. Some where with people I don’t even know, which is even more confusing.

It’s a crappy feeling when the first desire you have after waking up is to cry.