The city is just that; a mediocre lunch meat. It smells a little better, but it leaves you kind of soggy and wanting what she is having. There is nothing to do in Bologna besides churches and museums. I did not pack for that. All that silk for nothing. And three pairs of jeans, I was definitely eating retard sandwiches. At least the novel is coming along. I am working on a chapter now… she “did not do sincere; she did Saturdays.” Enter the mother-in-law. I will certainly need some rest in Cinque Terra after that college try. Missing my lovies and my linus. At least I have wine. And how. Not to mention the food, glorious food…
