Friday April 24, 1998
Horrible day. Didn’t sleep well at all. Most consecutive sleep period was 2 hours. Decided to forgo breakfast and the Anne Frank House and stick to the confines of the Marriott. Around 2pm I ventured out in search of food and managed to score some Burger King. Not exactly what the doctor ordered but good enough.
Around 4pm, Wesley arrived back and we set off fot the FAME music store where I bought a PAL version of the Black Cauldron. No new Jarre or Mariah stuff. I barely managed to stagger back to the hotel where I remained for the rest of the day. I watched 2 episodes of the Man From UNCLE, Star Trek, and part of Smokey and the Bandit Part 2 – all in various stages of misery and subtitles. I longed to be back at the apartment getting pampered. I can’t believe I have spent almost a week of my trip sick. I didn’t get to go out at all in Amsterdam, and pretty much suffered through Munich and Brugges. As I head off to bed, I hope Kris will be there in Chicago and I hope that my head will survive the flight.
