now hold on a minute. not so fast

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH

today has been HELL of wandering rome like a little vagabond bagman with my luggage. to explain: the fucking airheaded ditz at the travel agency back in May bought me a ticket for june 21 instead of july 21. i hope she suffers a prolonged death, and THEN enjoys all the torture satan has lined up for her at the afterparty. now, i should have caught it, you say, but you will allow me the error when you note that on the invoice and tickets june is abbreviated 'jun' and july 'jul,' and there is a difference of one letter. GAH compound this with being out of money GAH and AAAAHHH

BUT it gave me a chance to read the birth of tragedy again, straight through

and it's ok now, i am re-flush with cash, safe in a hotel, and i have a bonafide flight back on saturday morning. three cheers for my dad, for the time being. now i am going out for a night on the eternal city, adieu