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Gods, what a day...
On the other hand, what did I expect to become of a day that started with a discussion about the particular form of pubic hair. O.o
No, there is no typo in that sentence.
In a nutshell:
1. Woke up somewhen before "getting-up time" in panic because it hit me that with work and all the institutes being closed during the weekends I have not the slightest clue when I'm supposed to prepare all the presentations I'm supposed to give.
2. Discussion about the shape of pubic hair. Honestly, I kid thee not! Not my fault if my first class on Monday morning is "Greek Sculptures" (but gods, do those stone-guys have nice asses! And legs! I'm jealous! - No wonder most of the guys back then were at least bi with all those statues around. ;p - Or they made the statues like that because they were bi? O.o).
3. Buying food for my sweetie and then when coming home and seeing that she cooked herself something already (which is good because I did not mention at all that I'd buy something, didn't even think about it when I left), having some sort of moronic ""breakdown"" because somehow I was just so disapointed since I was looking forward to bringing her something and then she had food already... And I'm not even going on here because sometimes I'm just so incredibly silly it's painful.
4. Seeing that my sweetie feels bad because she has gained weight and feeling even worse myself because I brought her non-glyx-food and am not helpful lately anyway. (Yeah, have I ever mentioned that I'm self-centered as fuck? I'm working on that one.)
5. Making myself feel even more like crap because I had to go to work and was sure it'd turn out as another disaster.
From here on it actually starts to get better: ;)
6. Writing tear-jerky (in a good way) sms' back and forth with my sweetie.
7. Boss isn't showing up until an hour after I've arrived.
8. Sneaking out half an hour earlier as planned.
9. Coming home & actually getting around to put laundry in. (Great thing that I did that because people are idiots. Both of the "new" machines had powder in to the rim but no hint that anybody wanted to wash. -> Wife would have had a major bitch-fest if she'd encountered that. ;p)
10. Finally calling the landlords about bathroom ceiling. Guy who's in charge didn't pick up of course so I left a message to call me back. Who's gonna bet against me that he won't and we'll have to run after them yet again?
Well, that was it so far. Now it's 5pm and I'm not sure if I want to know what further direction that day'll take. Let's just hope I'm not going to burn the Spätzli or so. O.o
*off to do Swedish homework*
On the other hand, what did I expect to become of a day that started with a discussion about the particular form of pubic hair. O.o
No, there is no typo in that sentence.
In a nutshell:
1. Woke up somewhen before "getting-up time" in panic because it hit me that with work and all the institutes being closed during the weekends I have not the slightest clue when I'm supposed to prepare all the presentations I'm supposed to give.
2. Discussion about the shape of pubic hair. Honestly, I kid thee not! Not my fault if my first class on Monday morning is "Greek Sculptures" (but gods, do those stone-guys have nice asses! And legs! I'm jealous! - No wonder most of the guys back then were at least bi with all those statues around. ;p - Or they made the statues like that because they were bi? O.o).
3. Buying food for my sweetie and then when coming home and seeing that she cooked herself something already (which is good because I did not mention at all that I'd buy something, didn't even think about it when I left), having some sort of moronic ""breakdown"" because somehow I was just so disapointed since I was looking forward to bringing her something and then she had food already... And I'm not even going on here because sometimes I'm just so incredibly silly it's painful.
4. Seeing that my sweetie feels bad because she has gained weight and feeling even worse myself because I brought her non-glyx-food and am not helpful lately anyway. (Yeah, have I ever mentioned that I'm self-centered as fuck? I'm working on that one.)
5. Making myself feel even more like crap because I had to go to work and was sure it'd turn out as another disaster.
From here on it actually starts to get better: ;)
6. Writing tear-jerky (in a good way) sms' back and forth with my sweetie.
7. Boss isn't showing up until an hour after I've arrived.
8. Sneaking out half an hour earlier as planned.
9. Coming home & actually getting around to put laundry in. (Great thing that I did that because people are idiots. Both of the "new" machines had powder in to the rim but no hint that anybody wanted to wash. -> Wife would have had a major bitch-fest if she'd encountered that. ;p)
10. Finally calling the landlords about bathroom ceiling. Guy who's in charge didn't pick up of course so I left a message to call me back. Who's gonna bet against me that he won't and we'll have to run after them yet again?
Well, that was it so far. Now it's 5pm and I'm not sure if I want to know what further direction that day'll take. Let's just hope I'm not going to burn the Spätzli or so. O.o
*off to do Swedish homework*