I became tired of everyone shooting glances at me and urging me to go home, so I went out through the city and took what pictures I could. Then I decided to icon them for a lack of anything better to do. These are mostly the more pleasant pictures. More romanticizing the city where there's not much to be romanticized.
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We might be here a week or perhaps more. The decision is really left to Haine. We hope that he'll choose to come with us anyway.
I should have remembered to bring my CD player with me. I'm quite in the mood for Bach. Ah well.
There's no more morphine. I have a feeling this won't bode well.