I’ve settled into a pretty good routine here with regard to the things I do on a daily basis – buying food, making food, eating food, sleeping, going to work, watching television and studying Italian, etc. Below I was going to put an extended photo essay about my breakfast called something lame like colazione a perfezione but I got hungry while taking the first picture. So all you get is this:
I still find, though, that despite having been here for a month now, I still wake up in the middle of the night with absolutely no idea where I am. Last night it happened. The night before it happened. A week ago it happened and I banged my head on the wall before I realized I wasn’t at home. What could this mean?
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