okay, i suffered greatly for my depravity. man it was a great night though and i'm looking forwards to the next. as soon as i feel better. sore throat, strange fuzzy thinking, clouded logic permeates  reason, my aura leaking savagely. 
i watch waves break, beautiful and tormenting as i cannot access the ocean until i feel healthy. i've taken a few days off to recover. 
sympathetic angels stroke my forehead while cute little demonesses infiltrate my mind. such is the paradox of duality. 
i miss my dad, i really would like to catch up with him soon. i miss my son, we had a great couple of days swanning around the culture bunkers. maybe i'm just punishing myself, maybe it's a reward. it's hard to tell.