hola

estamos en barcelona! the last few days have been extra retarded, here let me elaborate...

the day before yesterday we were in bragança, portugal. the show was alright, but it was incredibly smoky in the bar, like smokier than any other place we'd been... which is saying a lot because everyone here smokes like a goddamn chimney, it's completely outrageous. i didn't feel great when we left the show but i thought it would go away when the smoke stopped. i was ever so wrongggg. at 4am the barf fairy came to visit and we hung out for the next 6 or so hours. the only upside was that we got to stay in a hotel so i had my own private toilet to hug.

i spent the rest of yesterday either trying not to puke or in mindbending pain wondering what the emergency phone number is here in spain. i have seriously never been more convinced that i had botulism or spinal meningitis or some serious shit like that. meanwhile, kevin drove us all the way to barcelona. i feel better today but i am still a little worried i guess... so if you are a doctor and you want to tell me what it means when i barf, then have a really bad back ache and fever, please do.

i forget what else. portugal was nice, everything was really pretty. we saw the most western point in europe. ahhhh i forget already. kevin wants the computer now, so adios.