You know those vivid dreams you have right before you wake up, that make you feel like you must’ve been working on that dream all night, even though it probably lasted for seconds? I had one of those this morning.
Howell and I were in Italy and we took a boat ride on the canal in Venice but we were lying down and no one was rowing us. Then we were trying to figure out what else to do that day, but first we needed to see if Nick Hornby emailed us some instructions after the meeting we’d apparently had with him on the previous day. Before we could stop and get out our laptop, we had to get through this turnstile. But we couldn’t get through the turnstile because someone stole Howell’s wheelchair. A huge line began forming behind us. How do you say “pissed” in Italian?
