Sometime between 5/31 and 6/2, between seas and continents

My body hates me.

It's hated me for the past month, when the days bled into finals and days/time/normal life cycles meant absolutely nothing. Tasks were never-ending and Nepal was nowhere in sight.

My body and emotions were still tense and confused as my brain forced it into comprehension mode: have fun in Atlanta. When we're back, just follow this To Do list.

Atlanta came, passed with the sweetness it always has.

All there remains in my memory of the last few days in NY are mountains of crap that seemed to have been thrown up from the depth of my room, and fighting heartburn and some bizarre form of skin condition I had never experienced. My body hates me, but it's been good-hearted enough to keep me going and to fight off nasty colds and fevers.

The time left to Hong Kong now reads 1 hour 42 minutes on the fancy display I completely failed to utilize on this long flight. Flight attendants have surprisingly high-pitched voices that complemnt their tiny bodies.
I am not an Asiian here. My hair is matted down with oil, my face feels like a mask I cn't take aoff, and all I can think about is taking a shower.

And I still can't believe I'm en route to Nepal.