Sitting here in my safe european home don't want to go back there again

London hotel room feeling like shite. I just pulled a sliver of metal out of my finger. How it got there I have no idea. Maybe you do. But probably not. You probably have no idea. Maybe you think I got it while on vacation somewhere. Because as anyone who knows me will tell you, I am always on vacation. Holiday round the world. Think what you want. I feel like I should quit while I am ahead. Or perhaps just quit. But at least I got that metal splinter out of my finger. It hurt and I was beginning to act like a robot. Tomorrow we take the train to Paris for more vacation, holiday, good times and all that comes with living the glamorous lifestyle. Till then my friends. Actually no.