Jetlag = me acting like a complete fool. And a bird shat on me. Technically it missed my head by a mere inch and landed on the handle of my luggage, which I was laboriously carrying up one set of stairs and down another in order to switch trains. I swear that thing is getting heavier by the minute and I’m not looking forward to pulling it through any more streets. I was actually going through the content of it in my head, wondering if I could leave a few things behind. And I don’t think it helped that I just bought a sweater, two books, a pair of flip…