A mandatory switch in gears.
Since my luggage is still somewhere over in Europe, thanks to the lovely people over at Ryanair that somehow forgot to put my suitcase on the plane from Rome to Paris I have been forced to dress in the left over clothes in my closet and turn into the low-rent version of myself. So far I have given in, embraced my camper look and can careless about having crumbs on me while and after I eat, will wake up from a nap just to take a break before another nap, if not falling asleep with the TV on and have no issue with unwashed ratnest hair and seemingly endless nights of period draws...and I thought my three weeks in Europe was the vacation.