Pota

Woke up from a dreamless sleep, thank god.  Or at least I think it was dreamless.  I'm not sure since I don't remember the dream, but I did wake up in a cold sweat.  Odd that.

I'm starting to find this city awfully confusing.  It's like as if every single one of the locals is personally interested in my story.  People peer at me funny when I talk to them nowadays.

I took my medication today and regretted it instantly.  I felt so sick I could barely get out of the hotel room.  Didn't go anywhere today again, but managed to crawl down to the pub across the street and ordered a beer.  Tristan was there as was the strange woman with the big mouth that I met at the sushi bar last night.  I should get some sightseeing done tomorrow.