Ugh.

I am sick. Sickaroni. Sickorama. Sickalingadingdong.

I should not be surprised. Barcelona involved a lot of walking. A lot more than a toxified body like mine can handle. The Boy and I were hiking them Gaudi hills and scoping them Gaudi towers and perusing them Gaudi homes from sun-up to sundown.

Well, okay, we rarely made it out of the hotel before noon. But still.

So here I lie. Podcasting This American Life. Downloading Cat Power mp3s. Re-watching Motorcycle Diaries (that's Che Guevara dubbed, my friends, in German). And waiting for the Boy to make a delivery of unsweetened soy milk, canned white beans, and a little Franconian lovin'.

I sure can use it. The soy milk, that is.

Comments

[jess]

feeling better yet?
hope so.
much love,
jess

[Julie]

oh baby! am just checking in tonight -- insomnia -- after too long away. sorry to hear about the sick. will be reading about bar-THE-lon-ah now...

xoxo
j.