Thirteen Hours In London Heathrow

...is what I'm experiencing as I type this. So I went to Europe, everyone, and there'll be a full post-mortem shortly, but at the moment I can't really think straight because I've been using my sneakers as pillows for the past 6 hours. Alitalia overbooked the flight from Rome to London that M-Biddy helped me schedule, and, as a result, it was an hour and a fucking half late, causing me to miss my carefully-booked flight back to Newark. Virgin was nice enough to put me on the first flight to JFK today, but those Etruscan cunts refused to cover me for a hotel room (not to mention threatening to raise the alarms because I decided my $17 sleeping bag wasn't worth waiting for at the baggage claim), so I'm all "fuck it."

Anyhow, I'm boarding in 5 minosk. In the meantime, check out my photostream.