the half truth of a whole life

After such amazing proliferation over the last few weeks (impressive, i know), I’ve taken a break to come to Italy. Don’t worry though, I feel certain that Europe is going to prove to be some sort of breeding ground for humiliation and self identification. You know, like today when I tripped over the threshold while walking onto the veranda for breakfast. I did that run low and almost fall bit. Classic.

Or yesterday when I was overserved at an enoteca and missed yoga.

I’ll think of something…