Sunglasses

Right now, everything is stress.

I came back from Venice this weekend and everyone was huddled up in blankets and multiple socks. The cold that I didn't pack for had officially hit Florence, and apparently it's illegal in Tuscany to turn on your heat before November 1st. I crawled up into the loft, found the mildewiest comforter, and spent the first part of the week snuggled up to sickness.

This was, of course, on top of midterms. Three days, three tests, one paper. Galileo and Luther. Shivering, sniveling studiousness.

Because internet was 8 euro at the hotel in Venice, and permanently shut off at our apartment (or so we thought), I only really planned out my eleven-day break, which starts tomorrow, at the beginning of this week. When the internet wasn't shut off, my credit card was. I'm sure at some point later in this trip losing 6 euro will really bother me, but I wish my bank would stop protecting me from putting a deposit down for my hostel friday night. Keep me in the sheets, not on the streets, Commerce.

All of my clothes drying out on the on our patio were surprisingly not dry, considering the 100% humidity this morning, and both of my white v-necks had mysterious grey blotches over their lower halves. I'm down literally one half of the shirts I brought. I feel like I'm on the Oregon Trail.

All I can do is wander around the house wearing gigantic turquoise and orange sunglasses to keep myself mildly sane.