I think that I...

am coming to the end of my time here. I didn't go birding this weekend, I didn't go boozing or cruising for chicks (I've given up on them, remember). I didn't do anything constructive this weekend (except tame that bitchin side-crease). I filled my water bottles. I didn't have mental fortitude to write to my swan. I dreamed the dream, where I was not tired as I passed out on the couch of PJ's on Sunday afternoon while watching Lost...waking up and not knowing where the hell I was. Lost. Freaked. Exhausted...roll on the day I get on the ferry in Nagoya and sail the Pacific. No office, no 14 hour days of writing, just 14 hour days of watching and observing. I look forward to that. This is not a sad post, nor a doomsday post...it's just a very exhausted and sleepy post. The humor is there and the form is good. The anger I keep for the office. The bird post is coming, the photos are edited. Time to sleep now. Time to sleep...