The Wedding and all its associated drama having been officially put to rest, I found myself on a bus after a brief dash through the Syracuse Bus Terminal.
For those of you who don’t know, I tend to get motion sick. Not vomity motion sick, just varying degrees of nausea, dizziness nad so on. Despite everything, I couldn’t sleep, so I stayed up, took some Cocculus Indicus, and read a book. (Simon R. Green’s Deathstalker, to be exact. It’s rather good.)
At about Hour 4 or so of the 5-hour journey, the effects of the homeopathic remedy seemed to wear off, and all that pent-up blehness hit me like the bus I was riding on. There may have been other contributing factors, but the point was that I spent the rest of the night feeling vaguely nauseous, and actually took the night off from posting. Even though I had internet access, I didn’t really have the gumption to use it.
