cancelled. delay. sleep. denial

"I´m sorry. The night train to Barcelona is cancelled."
That was yesterday. Basically, despite rambling contrary to my stated opinion, I got a night bus (shudder) to Barcelona. Arrived at 7am. Like a fellow Lampite has experienced, a latch-on required my assistance to find a hostel, to find out where things were etc. So, despite my usual need for independance, I´m now in an expensive hostel rather than the cheap one I found across the road (half the price I´m paying, oh well).
I slept.
2pm I got up, went for a walk, met a rent boy*, saw some lovely views of barcelona and found a free modern art museum (which was originally a nun´s convent!).
Now found a cheap internet place (not that cheap but ´credit´lasts up to a month so effective purchasing as long as I don´t get distracted by to much detritus online!)
Yeah. Barcelona. Here I am. It´s only €29 to get to rome from here on ferry (+€15 for taxes) so cheaperthan flying... do i want a room on the ferry though. 21 hour trip... has a discoteque...grin... funky!
Oh. yeah. I´ve said internally bollocks to the idea of not drinking. as I got drunk on last night in madrid, I decided to have a free-ush drink with my meal this evening adn feeling a lot better for it. talking of health, still a little man-fluish, dosing up on the meds though...
(and any who know me well know it´s bad when I take meds)
right, hope you, dear reader, are well... Laters!

*not actively looking, just after a bit of friendly flirting on my part, I was asked if I had money. With a resounding ´no´ being the answer, and my phone being denied by me to him as actual ´credit´for such services, I moved on...