Friday, September 1, 2000. 5:30 am.

My vision is kind of wavy, and I'm extremely tired. However I feel like I'm speaking from beyond the mortal plane, so I'd say it's a fair exchange. It's near-morning, and I fell like a starship making a mid-air connection with an airplane. Nothing serious. Just a quick exchange for the return flight. The long trip home so to speak. I'll be glad to be back and unpack my luggage. But I'm also happy I've had extra time to reflect upon what I learned in my journeys and put some of those lessons into action. Action is definately the key. I've devised a new definition of fun as the act of doing something you wouldn't routinely be doing. This can get rather complex because you can eventually turn ANYTHING into what you routinely do. Especially in a place like Chicago, Illinois (and I'm convinced it's the "Illinois" part that ruins it. Chicago would be an amazing city if it were located in a different state.) I suppose I feel really out of it right now. Which is fine because I can look down and observe what "it" is. Do you think you could tell? -David Hawkins