ways in which my life is madness:

* went to brussels by myself. saw things. ate godawfulamazing waffles. and cuban food. and drank beer. and saw magritte, delvaux, and [meet] james ensor, [belgium's famous painter]. ohhhhh, and rubens. yum.

* got stuck in brussels for an extra day because of windstorms knocking down electrical lines. (i was travelling by eurostar.) met up with two blokes who work for MTV europe. minibar. one liked me. nothing (much) happened but i still feel like a slut. very drunk; phone calls i don't remember.

* zoloft.

* greek class full of 50- and 70-yr olds.

* just threw up all the belgian ale i brought home.

* am however still smoking the cigarattes i brought home from germany, where i was, yesterday, for six hours.

* K has gone off to london, yes it is past midnight, to be with his ex, who is ill. i cannot fault him for that.

* umm...madness in general. is it me or is the UK just more full of drama? can pix answer that?