the beach/coast trip was ill-fated. i should've figured from the way it started out on friday. so i mentioned that i was feeling slightly feverish on sunday...eh...turns out it wasn't just slight. 39 degrees celsius, which after some math conversion turns out to be 102.2 degrees. oi. no wonder my whole self was in pain. i missed out on the david bisbal concert; lauren had to scalp my ticket. and i flew into madrid still a little feverish. i checked into the hostel, taking the metro subway all by myself. i thought i would use my short afternoon to do some shopping. i had done research to find out where h&m and camper shoe stores were. sadly, it didn't matter. as soon as i set foot in a store, i would feel like passing out. so i gave up on shopping and found a bookstore, bought a book, found starbucks, got a fruit drink and sat. and then promptly went back to the hostel to lie down. how sad.

and now i'm sitting at the atlanta airport, where this internet place is totally committing theft by jacking my money in big amounts for little time. i just flew stinkin' 9 hours and i'm telling you now, i hate flying. someone, make those star trek teleporting thingies a reality.