Rundown
So this is why I'm keeling over in a sleepy stupor, mid-sentence. You try coming back from New York, spending the night on a bench in Stansted airport, flying to Rome, dashing all over Rome traversing the avenues and monuments with reckless, breathless abandon, surviving on a total of 7 hours' sleep over three days, flying home, missing the last train back to uni, spending two hours sleeping curled up on the floor of London Euston airport and catching the 05:44 back to Coventry, and having to go into work the second you get back.
Moreover, I do not have the presence of mind to be clever and witty about the whole thing. But thanks for the emails :)
Inevitably: more later.