Well, I walked through Liverpool, but not much happened. I saw the Cavern. I saw the statue of John Lennon leaning against a wall. Nothing hit me very strongly. I did get into a discussion with Chris late into the drunken night about an old friend that committed suicide and tears came from my eyes, but I felt only too foolish for being so drunk. Chris was very kind and I hate to use up my empathy points from other people just because I'm drunk and pulling forth emotional scenes that I should be well over. It's very late here and (did I mention?) I'm drunk and I'm going to bed. St. Patty is today and I've got to get what sleep I can to be as complaisant as my currently unsettled soul can be in the daylight hours of another drinking fest... night all.