Pacifist but..

This morning my nerves were on edge. I was very close to smothering the guy (opposite me and up one bunk) with a pillow. With my soiled underwear. With a carrier bag. With anything that would have covered his fat labourous face with the mouth and nostrils of hell gaping wide, I would have gladly plugged them?
Why?
That explain´s that. But still, mucous babies aside, it is my last full day in Barcelona. I´ve been sent an email from the german girl, I´m too tired to care about organising anything interesting. The only reason I´m up is so I can drink some free orange juice and eat some crusty bread. There, I´ve had breakfast. I can now die a fully sated man.
If I see that man, awake, today, before I have slept some more...
(why not go to sleep again right now? He is STILL there, comunicating with his fellow hellbeasts in the tongue that only Voldemort´s fat, repugnant uncle could use...)
Things to do today:
Zoom by some Gaudi.
Book my ferry ticket.
Book a hostel/couchsurf for accomodation in Rome
SLEEP
Washing
SLEEP
kill the man

S..l....e...e....p..........