Walking thru Firenze, Venezia, Pisa, and countless little villages, I can feel myself want more and more to become something Very Solitary. I've had some odd thoughts lately too, old thoughts coming back. I have a recurrent nightmare that made it's appearance more than once in the past few nights, after I thought it had gone completely from my head after it was gone for at least two years. Haven't woken up to a fright like that in a long time:)

I've heard Montresor's voice in Venezia, echoing off of wet stone. Fortunato grins and leers and finally screams quite soberly from a number of store windows . . . Venice is no place to be claustrophobic.

I've thought about becoming a writer, a nun, committing suicide, moving to England, going to school in Oregon, getting married (scariest of all). Nightmares haunt me, rain surrounds me, and my feet are wet. My nose is still cold, in case you were wondering.

And I ate a vegetarian sandwich at an autogrill. Yum.

I thought I wouldn't be posting, I really did . . . but libraries are infinitely more friendly than grocery stores. I am sorry to confess it, but they are. True to my word, tho, I have written pages in my paper-and-leather journal. aye-aye. ok.

time to go, now. I will sleep in a hotel room, tonight. And I miss my friends. I do, even tho I have become a little more shriveled into myself. My soul feels a little more confined to my physical parameters. What an odd thing to say:)

Ok, well, I'll post about Pisa or something when I get back home. Home:) There, I said it where everyone can see it.

*hums something in minor key*