Sun is in the sky, oh why, oh why,
Would I want to be anywhere else?
Would I want to be anywhere else?
Oh man, long time since I wrote on this one right? What a load's gone down since the last time; Japanese Earthquake, revolutions in North Africa .. other things as well.
Up to a few days ago, I woke up each morning thinking "Hmm, it must be April Fools day soon". I just checked now and it turns out it's already the 8th, which by some measure probably makes me the biggest fool of all. I actually have those little pangs of disappointment that I missed it, like when you put your hand out for a handshake and the other person doesn't see you, whereby you pretend you were just scratching your chin artistically.
It's not as if I hold it close to my heart or anything like that, but in Neuerburg, days with meanings attached to them are beacons of vague excitement.
I essentially have zero to say today; last night I played badminton for 2 hours, just to make sure I'm as unfit as I thought I was, and then sat up until 2am making exercise sheets for my grammar class so I wouldn't have to wake up as early today and do it. I may as well have just doodled in my own shit for all the effort it was worth, but at least I felt like a fastidious worker for once this year.
This friday I'm gonna go back to Cologne for the eighth time this year, I think, becausethe boon DORA is having her 21st. The first threshold of success for this night out will be upon counting how many of her belongings made it full circle and how many are MIA in Cologne's clubs and bars.
Anyway, I'd better go. I think the cleaning lady wants to tidy the staffroom.
Up to a few days ago, I woke up each morning thinking "Hmm, it must be April Fools day soon". I just checked now and it turns out it's already the 8th, which by some measure probably makes me the biggest fool of all. I actually have those little pangs of disappointment that I missed it, like when you put your hand out for a handshake and the other person doesn't see you, whereby you pretend you were just scratching your chin artistically.
It's not as if I hold it close to my heart or anything like that, but in Neuerburg, days with meanings attached to them are beacons of vague excitement.
I essentially have zero to say today; last night I played badminton for 2 hours, just to make sure I'm as unfit as I thought I was, and then sat up until 2am making exercise sheets for my grammar class so I wouldn't have to wake up as early today and do it. I may as well have just doodled in my own shit for all the effort it was worth, but at least I felt like a fastidious worker for once this year.
This friday I'm gonna go back to Cologne for the eighth time this year, I think, because
Anyway, I'd better go. I think the cleaning lady wants to tidy the staffroom.
