They really DO have mayonaise with fries.

It's actually pretty good.

So, I'm in Amsterdam. Weee. Sorry if I'm not overly enthused, it's just I'm still kind of sick, didn't have much sleep and haven't eaten much of substance, also, the veritable purple haze that is pretty much EVERYWHERE is giving me a headache. But, I am here and I have the rest of the day and two more days to fill, and I don't think I'll have much trouble.

I'm in a little internet cafe somewhere (hopefully) close to my hostel, I can't find it, I took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up lost, everything looks pretty much the same. I need a shower desperatly, man, how many times has that thought crossed my mind in the past two months...holy shit I've been gone for almost two months.

I had all these thoughts and musings about amsterdam, but as is my curse, unless I right them down at the time, they are gone...just that amsterdam, unlike many other places, is pretty much you hear it is and expect it to be. One thing people don't really tell you is that the city is gorgeous. Dozens of canals go through it, the trees and tall and pretty, the streets usually cobbled, the buildings old, high and brick, the cathedrals are gorgeous, and yet people just think of it as a party city. Which is true, and puts me a weird spot, I don't really party. Sure, this could be a good time to start, and may well be the start, but partying is busy work, and I am haunted by almost constant exhaustion. My mind is working way to hard to keep up with the fact that there is something utterly new each day and coupled with poor sleeping and eating habits, you lose gusto quickly. But enough complaining about being tierd, that's for when I get home.

I had some more things to say, but they left with my energy a few hours ago, maybe some m0re later, if I don't end up crashing listening to radiodread (I had to go to Holland to find it, but I did).

Later my home-ees. Word to thine mother.