That person in the mirror looks the same as two weeks ago, but I wouldn't be the least surprised if I turned around and and around again and suddenly she had fine straight hair and green eyes and a flat chest and she was still me.
The thoughts in my head seem familiar, but then they flicker with brief flashes of scenes from the trip. I think I'm playing too many different tracks at the same time.
I sleep at night, mostly, but still there are intervals during the day when I feel zonked, as if I were having a bad reaction to some weird drug.
My friends tell me I look like I had a good time. In a few more days I will agree.