Planes, trains, and automobiles

owing to a large band of german ruffians smoking hash and partying til 5:30 this morning in the hall outside my room of the hostel (located tastefully in the heart of amsterdam's red light district), i got exactly 0 hours sleep last night. add to that a train to the airport, a flight to liverpool, a bus to lime st. station, a train to manchester, and a bus to chorlton, and i'm too knackered to even consider blogging. rest assured that when i have the energy (proably later this week when i'm safely back in the us of a being fed home made pie by my gourmet mom), i will convey all the gorey details of my 3 weeks in europe. neither as poignent (screw the spelling) nor as funny as my best friend's wedding, parts 1-3, it should be an entertaining read nonetheless. stay tuned.