strange slightly scratchy feeling, which momentarily resolves itself into strange slightly scratchy bed, feet dangling over the edge and notmy pillow smashed into the wall beside me. the room is dark and unfamilliar, a single swatch of grey light filtering through a small window some distance away. reaching out, i touch carpet and a pile of cds.

and, shortly, my mind realigns itself, and the world makes sense again.
i'm off into the wild blue yonder, with no real plan or any clear idea of where i'm going to spend the next week and a half. i have definite places to stay, of course, i'm not likely to be out on the streets.

i just have no idea when i'm going to be at which place, or how exactly i'm getting there, or when exactly i'm going to be able to see the people i want to see, and for how long.

it'll be an adventure.

(and thanks, peter, for the bed thus far (and the computer right now).)