Braving the street fish was a big mistake! Oh lovely food poisoning, how you make me feel like death\u2026 and having to call out sick from work yesterday, horrible! But no matter, I opted for reading a bit here and there while I managed to stay awake and in between bouts of being sick. Today however, I was only able to manage to sit long enough to read the rest of my book and do some paintings for the site, which I have uploaded, as well as some video from last night\u2019s monsoon. There have been massive thunderstorms each day here, yet I still get out despite the weather. For now though, I must hang around and try to overcome the fits I have been stricken with.<\/p>\n
\u201cA door onbust is always open to bustin\u2019, but ye can\u2019t onbust a door once you\u2019ve busted en.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe fact is, I\u2019m all here: head, hands, legs, and all the rest of it, but it happens I\u2019m invisible. It\u2019s a confounded nuisance, but I am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had never realized it before, but the nose is to the mind of a dog what the eye is to the mind of a seeing man. Dogs perceive the scent of a man moving as men perceive his vision.\u201d<\/p>\n
– H. G. Wells, The Invisible Man<\/em><\/p>\n