It is 1258 already, this morning has flown by. Any desire to go out? No. I kind of think about FORCING myself, just to see if that pretty barmaid is in ——–. See some breasts in ——-, but just no real desire for it at all. Real desire to save my money for Vienna, Nuremberg, Frankfurt (and even a quick return to Berlin, how crazy is that). Brussels I am not thinking about at all.