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I feel like I have a carbonated brain. Somewhere between a hangover and hit by a truck. It might mean I am getting ill, but I hope not. No real symptoms though, just uncomfortable in my own skin, in a physical sort of way, not so much the figurative identity crisis kind. eh, I want to lay down, but it doesn't seem to help things. I assume it may be the stress of getting my things together to head on home. How can moving to Hawaii be stressful, you might ask? Well, as with moving anywhere there is stress involved until you finally get there with all your things intact. I'm not big on flying either, unless I am with my friend and he is at the controls. Oh well, My mind feels as if it may fizz out of one of the many holes I have in my head, so I need to bang it against something until I pass out. . . .er, fall asleep.