I wonder if travelling normally would take so much out of me. I really wonder about it. I want to go to sleep so much, to just rest and fall into oblivion for a few hours - and I know I sleep deeply, I have to. But when I wake up I'm still tired, almost as tired as I was before I went to sleep.
Maybe I'm sick. I'd like to think I just caught a bug. Or something. That'd be.. nice. Refreshingly normal.
In somewhat better news, I still don't really have an idea where we're going - except cities in America, which helps me not at all - and my sight is... better. I don't see branches where they shouldn't be, and... everything has proper, straight angles. It's kind of a relief.
I've stopped asking myself why, because... well, we're not going near other bloggers, and it's easier to not worry about it, you know? I mean, Echo is still kind of waiting for me to go into another freak out, and I don't want to worry her more.