Friday, March 26, 2004
And all goes well...
DAy 3 in Rome. My glasses are broken, my camera's been stolen. Yesterday I spent half the day in the grip of the world's worst hangover. The night before last I passed out drunk on the steps of some random bar and had to be carried home. And now I feel... terrific. No, seriously.
I suppose this is the freedom talking. The place really seems eternal, unbounded. It's Paris three times over. And the feeling of not caring what happens from day to day, it's intoxicating.
Now all I need is a replacement camera.
I suppose this is the freedom talking. The place really seems eternal, unbounded. It's Paris three times over. And the feeling of not caring what happens from day to day, it's intoxicating.
Now all I need is a replacement camera.
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