Don't you know that only fools are satisfied?

Well, kiddies. It's been slow 'round these parts the last few days. Been catching up with a few people from back home, or I guess really the idea of "back home", since most of them don't actually live in Texas. Contacted the family to let them know I'll be out of commission for a while. Plus, no work and everything's closed for Lunar New Year, so there hasn't been much to report. Just packing, running numbers, trying to sort things that are impossible to sort these days. When did travel become such a goddamn middle class thing? All the booking in advance, online, credit card, traveler reviews, five star ratings. Well. I'm going to try to do this the old school way -- turn up with a light enough bag to carry and a few addresses and go from there. That's the way things should be. And the way they've got to be, when you're me.

The official plan is five days in Paris, then the overnight train to Vienna, where there's a beautiful girl, a cappuccino and a cigarette waiting for me. Life could be worse. And certainly has been.

Dunno if dispatches from the other continent will be possible, or if I'll even be bothered. For now, consider a sign hung on the door.