where the hell am i?
you know how when you are in a new place, like just after you've moved or something, you first wake up in the morning thinking you are in the old place? when i first started working on ships, that happened to me a bit, but not often. for some reason, now that i've been on ships for a couple of months, it is happening to me every morning, and with great intensity. but always somewhere in the back of my mind i know that it's not real, i'm not in bloomington, i'm not on solid ground. but still, i cling to the sensation that i am home every morning. but then when i realize i'm not, it really ruins my morning. so i just slept all day today.