Then I must be in Munich. Actually I got here Friday, but my body is still quizzing me on the day. I am composing via Blackberry in my hotel room.
Soon enough I can get breakfast and a head start on sightseeing before weather and jet lag conspire to keep me inside.
Weird dreams visited me last night during my various stretches of sleep. People whom I knew only in passing from high school showed up. Perhaps my subconscious had them on a waiting list to appear in one of my dreams.
I have learned what's on much of German TV in the middle of the night. Aside from a vast array of porn channels, there was Larry King. Larry was my jet lag friend in Germany the last time I was here. In 1994, he was interviewing Bill Cosby. Today, it was Suzanne Somers, but Mitt Romney will be the guest Monday. Poor Mitt.
I know people have remedies to get over jet lag, but I find the best solution is sleeping when you're tired. It has a certain simplicity to it. And I think that after today, the worst will be over. But now, I must go venture out in to the land of wurst.
Stupid Ugly American that I was, when I was in Munich I desperately wanted a hamburger and went into a Wendy's. Somehow I ended up with a bowl of chili instead (which, wet and rainy as that afternoon was, hit the spot).
last time i was in europe, i had a bunch of really weird dreams featuring people i hadnt thought about for years.
From everything I've ever read, I think Bob says no to beer.
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