today, i picked up my indian visa and will depart on sept 6...

while my stomach curls in cramps, today has featured a second day laying in bed, running to the bathroom and dreaming there is an alien inside my abdomen...

shortly after the drupal presentation on saturday, a large group of us headed out to the northern most island in the nile. after a few heroine turns, we arrived at what appeared to be a chain restaurant. in a rush, i ordered their club sandwich.

thinking it was safe, i inhaled the fries and three of the four sandwich bits. for no particular reason, i found my self a bit disturbed and started pulling the sandwich apart. with the "roast beef" a bit green, i feared something wrong but shrugged off any serious concern.

that was until i woke up yesterday. barely able to move with aches all over, i knew there was something hideously wrong.

yesterday, when i re-checked into the mereemes hotel, i just didn't feel physical depleted. i felt tired of all the hoping around, language barriers, and found my self missing the connivence that comes with living in one location - a kitchen, a home cooked meal, take out, my own bathroom, toilet paper...

all of sudden these things seemed to come crashing though the door...

while i tumbled into another world. loving images of my family, friends, and past lovers floated in the air. with my body shivering with a fever i haven't felt in years, my memories became ghosts, former lovers appeared to comfort me, friends dropped by to say hello, and my mom cooked me a meal.

on the verge of my second full moon away from new york. what i ment by my twitter is that i miss all the creature comforts that i knew intimately. i miss my friends. i miss jon and val's rooftop. i miss the ability to pick up the phone to call my family. i miss walking though the doors of the local pub to see old friends...

most importantly, i miss all the loves that comforted me when i was sick...