I should have gone to Vienna for the day. There were only a few seats left on the train and I, A: didn’t want to be on a crowded train and B: I didn’t want to wake up at 5:30 on a Sunday morning. I should have just f****** gone for it. What’s 1.5 hours of discomfort for an unforgettable adventure in a foreign country? A very small price to pay. That’s what. I fucked up my own weekend 🙁