Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love

Saturday 9/3: I will miss all of the people from Noise. Though I learned a valuable lesson...never give a pack of restless feminists access to unlimited booze, unless you want shit to get so real. The next thing you know I am half undressed and having a US vs UK wrestling match on the muddy lawn (US always loses aka I might be a little concussed) then unceremoniosly vomiting into the shelf toilet. This morning there is more than just a little death behind the eyes, and we had to be out of the dorms by noon...dragging an overstuffed suitcase all over hell and creation was not SO much what I wanted to do today, but I ate some street food and now I feel less like the poster child for the zombie apocalypse. Gotta lay off the sauce, but when don't I say that...and the next thing a beer magically apears in my hand and I dont EVEN remember how it got there. Anyway...Strowis is rad, the guy running the show is wearing a Pixies shirt and Blonde Redhead is on in the commoms (obviously music choice directly corralates to quality of hostel). Its close to good food and even a tattoo shop (just saying) though negotiating six girls in one room might be a true test of my good christian nature. I think maybe I need to take myself out to the movies tonight, as a reward for surviving the last two weeks, the last 24 hours, the last 26 years.

Sunday 9/4: Thunder and lightening all night in between frightening fever dreams...I am not getting out of bed today. Old story.