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Come out upon my seas
Cursed missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure?
Or am I part of the disease?
-- Coldplay

Back, and wiped out.

I have a zillion stories, most of which may never see LJ just out of the sheer impossibility of cramming days of work and travel into individual posts.

For those who have read William Gibson's Neuromancer (and those who haven't really should), the past three or four days can be summed up thusly: Chiba, transplanted to the rainforest.

Good biz, good times, strange biz, strange times.

More tomorrow.

It will be absolute and total bliss to sleep in my own bed tonight.

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Great Hopping Zeus I'm tired.

Zeus is indeed hopping -- booming thunderstorms all around. It'd be cool if I weren't jetlagged and groggy on pure lack of sleep. I got a little over four hours, then the US guy of the Costa Rica biz called to see how the trip went. So, I rehashed this deal to him while yawning and blinking, smoking Central American cigarettes, standing outside my porch watching the thunderstorm.

It's going to be a long day. I have to do some day-job stuff. I don't want to. I want to work on this other deal, but it will be a couple months before I see any money out of it, maybe a couple more until the income matches the day-job. I'm wondering if there's a way I can swing the finances anyway...have to think on it. But I can't think straight right now. Re: jetlag and lack of sleep.

The thunder is nice. Driving in last night from Orlando, lightning hit a tower right next to my car. Massive flash, simultaneous huge boom -- I was awake the rest of the drive.

My dreams last night, such as they were, were in Spanglish. Just like the last few nights.

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I can't believe I actually just fixed a bug in my software. I'm high on my own body toxins, and a solution to a nagging little issue just popped into my head. It worked, too -- imagine that.


Este noche, yo dormire como los muertos.