Life's pan of milk (I can't drink milk, so this must be a bad post...)
Well, dear friends, the cruel irony of life has struck again! My first trip to Germany will not be pleasant. It will not even be remotely interesting, jet lag shall eat at my exsistence and I will help to bury my best friend's wife... How is it that a turn of fate has caused such repulsive attributes to what is about to be? Someone please hold me and tell me somehow it is all going to be okay, because right now all I want to do is crawl in a coffin and die too.