You know that feeling you get when you really want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, so you toast two pieces of bread, grab the peanut butter, and search the fridge for the jelly... only to discover that you have no jelly, and therefore, no peanut butter and jelly sandwich? I just experienced that feeling. I fuckin' hate that feeling.

I'm back in Copenhagen and I'm completely exhausted. A massive post with details of the weekend will soon follow.

Arrivederci.