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Tahiti. Nice place, but I wouldn't want to live here. Well ... Maybe in a decade or three.
Brooke and I arrived early afternoon, and had a late brunch. Light conversation, as always; it was nice to see her smile again. I missed that on the set, even if it was a brief time those months ago. She spoke of her troubles, and I could see the hope of dismissal in her face, however subtle. She seems well, though. ...
Mid-afternoon, we swept off to our condo for the few days near the beach. The body of water was a mere twenty or so feet away, which was more than just a luxurious convenience -- it was also a killer view. And this pool ... Man, this pool is awesome.  No words, really. Just look at it. Brooke was ecstatic to be some place so exotic. She mentioned being on vacation somewhere like this before, but not Tahiti itself. It was nice to be with someone who seemed to excited over glorious nature, as stupid as it may sound.
Later, we retreated to our condo. She seemed particularly ... quieter at night. We watched television, she sprawled out on one of the couches and myself on another, and eventually, she made way over and curled herself against me, murmuring things about how she wished "things would get better already" and how "confused" she was about particular items. I just gave her short, reassuring words, nestling her hair behind her ear and again, until she eventually fell asleep. I didn't want to move her, but I did the "brotherly" thing, bringing her to her bed and tucked her in, so now she's asleep in the next room, and I'm here in my room, dabbing on the laptop like a blundering idiot who can't get sleep. ::Quietly sighs to himself, eyes rolling in their sockets before nestling shut for a short while; as he blinks, he stares at the screen, sniffling.::
My left nostril is stuffed. Oh, how I hate it when that happens.
Might as well try to get some sleep, anyway. Playing tourist is so much more fun at eight in the morning.
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