this way to stockholm

have absolutely no recollection of this but, according to R, i was in such a state of the delirium on the ship that i muttered in my sleep, "i don't care if the ship sinks, i just want it to stop rocking." which's rather irresponsible, in retrospect. that's how miserable i was. i only remember shuffling between my bunk and the toilet. eight times. and, apparently, the girls subconsciously coordinated our nausea because we managed a synchronised toilet dance, taking turns to worship the ivory throne. not too bad a performance under pressure, i say.