I need a massage!!!!

I really do. I am here in Amsterdam right now. Its only bloody 6 in the morning and the last leg of my horrific trip is in 9 hours. I have 9 hours to kill here. What kind is that? And my body is sooooo numb right now. No, it's not numb it is screaming bloody murder right now. I have been travelling for officially a day now and i am so ready to rest already. I just got off an eight hour flight from Detroit after nearly dying at that airport of boredom because i had a five hour layover. Now i have nine blissful hours to look forward to and my body is rebelling. I am so tense it's ridiculous. I just walked up and down for about six thousand miles trying to find the right trasnfer desk and when i finally did i realized i had walked past it about a billion times already. Anyway, they have a massage parlor downstairs, it only opens at 8:30 am but i looked at the price list, they are bloody mad! 25 Euro for an Aqua massage? I mean, it probably is worth it but i am broke, i need cheap deals here!!

So my back is sore, my neck is sore, my arms are sore, my head hurts like hell and i am tired. I wanna go home now. I wish my flight from Detroit had been direct to Tehran, i could've handled that better than this infernal waiting, it drives me mad. I am seriously thinking of getting a hotel room so i can lie down for seven hours because i have another long flight ahead of me and the way i feel now, it's not looking good.

I just paid $4.40 for fifteen minutes of internet service Ugh!!!! And i am running out of time and i haven't even got to the really good part. Yes, you guessed it my clever friend, Bigg. Yesterday (whenever the heck that was since my time is off wack right now) was such a great day. I was getting ready to leave and..... well actually it started Thursday night/Friday morning (yeah we went till three thirty this time) on the phone with him. Ugh, but the thing is flashing and about to cut me off. To be continued.....