Hallucinating

This morning I was shopping for t-shirts in Roppongi (all my t-shirts were sweaty masses of tissue culture), and tonight I ate a rice and bean burrito from Berkeley Bowl for dinner. Time is very relative right now, what with the crossing of the international date line and jet lag and strange adventures in taxi cabs, subways and airplanes. It seems fitting that I've found my way down the rabbit hole into the city of Berkeley.

I'm so tired I could collapse. I'm so tired my body is vibrating. I can't sleep because my internal clock says it's only 5:15 in the afternoon, while the clock in my computer says it's 1:15 in the morning. I've actually been up for close to 36 hours. Or something like that. Who can count that high?

Obviously, an update is forthcoming, but I can't type. More later when the date line catches up to me.