It’s currently 3am in the Amsterdam, and on my third night in, I’m still sick. Too sick to party and too sick to travel. Although I’m wasting the remainder of my health on this cigarette (one that I’ve deprived myself far too long of).. I can’t help but be awake with this overthinking brain of mine. This holiday has shown me how caught up I have been in the London rat race for the last seven months. Also, I think the people that just rode by me were on space cakes. Perhaps the question is, why am I not on space cakes..