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So another trip around the sun begins, to the sound of DMB, Hendrix, Zeppelin, Dire Straits, Mamas and Papas, Coldplay, Akon, Audioslave, and a whole host of artists and dreamers, not to mention the company of a few good men (and women), and the call of the muezzin.

It's my third straight day of alcohol and man what a weekend it has been. Vista came and went in the background, a few lectures were attended, a performance in suits during dinner at the place where our future is decided - at least the short term, a night-out with people from the B.C. (un)ltd and one of those good men mentioned, followed by a search for a good breakfast which consisted of scrambled eggs, mutton cutlets and bacon.

People extend their regards, through their feet, through flinging buckets of water (and other things) and raw eggs and cakes, through phone calls, through the information superhighway from miles away. The Dreamy One wishes me and I thank her profusely with a smile to myself.

If life can get any better than this, it will have to traverse the space between.

See you soon.

Me.