well, well, well,
im almost home, solid ground. four days to the condor. far too much has happened, potential blogisodes lost to the parallels forever by my present universe letahrgy. yes, i slept in the hillside vineyards of cinque terre and thus missed the boat and spent the night in promenade carnival genoa, yes, i got into an absurd physical fight, all pulling and hip punching, with a turkish cab driver ("hippodrome, not hipotrom!"), culminating in a jury of turkish merchants and mutual flicks to the temple, "TEH!", yes, on sea days i watched four complete seasons of 'friends' and was just weepy giddy throughout. these things happened, and now i am those things. im really growing up.

what will happen next? i dont know. but it is sure to be