So this coffee thing. I feel compelled to report that it has had some unforeseen physical effects on me. I think it has destroyed my desire to eat food – and I’m in Italy!
I curse you!
Two days in a row now I had supper at 18:00 then nothing but a coffee at 09:00 the next morning and then lunch at 15:00. What’s that, like 21 hours on one cup of coffee? What on Earth is this stuff? And it’s not like I’m sitting around in an air conditioned cafe, writing my blog all day, chatting up the waitresses. Today I walked almost 10 km and it was over 25 degrees.
Anyway, Saturday is a big day. I’m going to *attempt* a visit to the Oktoberfest. You religious people out there say a prayer for me and you heathens send me the German version of 911. I’d hate to yet once again call emergency services and have some operator in Ottawa answer. Some of you might remember this little episode.
911, what is your emergency?
I think I drank one of these.
Where are you now sir?
I'm in front of the giant cat.
Sir, you’re not making any sense. Can you pass the phone to someone else?
There is no one else.
Die Hard Three 
You’re wearing the same clothes in every picture =)