What a fucking day.

Here I am in the biggest bathtub, running hot and cold water, a glass of red wine, staring at my body, which I haven’t really seen in years. My brain is clean. Why does it take such extremes to do that?

I lay in the water thinking. I love how the Finns have so many different styles, especially the Gothic ones. They look like they’re ready for a Halloween party, but they are not. And I respect the commitment to making something different and unique and how they appear to all of us.

What the hell am I supposed to do with all of this now? All I can imagine is Rob sitting in the bathtub with me and how much fun that would be. And how much we both need that right now. Can’t get home fast enough.

I must laugh though: here I am taking a bath with a glass of wine and Janis Joplin playing, and my friends are doing the long stage. 50 miles. That was on my agenda. But here I am enjoying the most spectacular day and night in Helsinki.

Thank you, Siggy. I think that’s a gift. I appreciate it.