Today is going to blow, zero sleep. So I managed to get back to my apartment by swimwalking all the way to Murano, had to crawl in through the window because I have no idea where my luggage went, organize my work clothes, and for some reason shimmersheer is making me itch today. I don't know what my suit is complaining about, it's had Supersized meals for the last week.

But now I need to go find out what this postcard from a resort in Réunion Island is about. "We regret that as a no show, a refund is not possible." Didn't I book Polynesia? Meh, after work, I gotta jet. I just wish I had time to buzz those rhino's hotel rooms and toss a tear gas container in through the window.