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Yeah, I know I'm complaining about Saarbrücken a lot. After work, when Solongo and I were running errands downtown (we didn't miss the train today), which turned into her inviting me for a beer, then us getting kebab and ice cream, I told her I'd rather not live somewhere where "sketchy" comes out of my mouth more than 25 times a day. Every corner there are sketch people and situations, including at the bus stop some mornings, where a beer and self-rolled cigarette junkie sits with his plastic bag and scares me a bit.
Also, every day I get out of work in a bad mood (hence post-work beer) from staring at a screen all day and need at least an hour to calm down and make the most of the evening. Less moving = pants will stop fitting soon.
Perk 1 of the day: learning the word "Würstchen," roughly translated as "little sausage," roughly equivalent to a "little squirt" or "poor guy" to be felt sorry for. Poor little sausage, how can I help you?
Perk 2 of the day: prospect of tomorrow being Friday!
Also, every day I get out of work in a bad mood (hence post-work beer) from staring at a screen all day and need at least an hour to calm down and make the most of the evening. Less moving = pants will stop fitting soon.
Perk 1 of the day: learning the word "Würstchen," roughly translated as "little sausage," roughly equivalent to a "little squirt" or "poor guy" to be felt sorry for. Poor little sausage, how can I help you?
Perk 2 of the day: prospect of tomorrow being Friday!