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This morning I woke up with a taste so vile in my mouth I wondered for a moment if something hadn't crawled in it and died during the night. Then I remembered all the coffee I'd had last night and quickly reached for the phone to order tea. TEA! I told them to bring me potfuls of it. Like cooking potfuls. At least I hope I said pots, though the way the lady started laughing I have my doubts. I probably told her I was a flowerpot or some shit. Oh German how you mock me. I then scrubbed my teeth about a thousand times, tongue and all. The bathtub in this room is much bigger, so once all I could taste was the mint I filled it up with hot water and had another soak with my tea, just because hot water is so very soothing. There were no bubbles though. I was sad about that. After my bath I did some light yoga. No greeting the sun, alas, which is one of my favourites. Mostly stretching out my arms and getting tension out of my back; stuff that let me get my center back around me. While still exhausted, I feel much, much better this morning.
I'm about to pop out of here again. I found another card (:-[ Shopaholics Anonymous here I come) so I'm off to see about those scarves and whatever other pretties I can find. I'll have to stop by a post office to see about posting all my chocolate to LA, because there's no way I can cram it all into my bag. Apparently I'm doing Chocoholics Anonymous too. There's this neat store I passed by that I want to check out. It's full of breakables, so now that I don't have my bag I'm a little more confident about venturing inside. I can feel my inner klutz trembling in anticipation though. All it would take is a stumble, and then they would be taking that card too to pay for it all. We'll see. Maybe I'll convince one of the locals to go in for me instead. I will have to practice my German in my head so I don't say something vulgar instead. :-[
Ich leibe dich. I know I have than right at least. Thank you.
I'm about to pop out of here again. I found another card (:-[ Shopaholics Anonymous here I come) so I'm off to see about those scarves and whatever other pretties I can find. I'll have to stop by a post office to see about posting all my chocolate to LA, because there's no way I can cram it all into my bag. Apparently I'm doing Chocoholics Anonymous too. There's this neat store I passed by that I want to check out. It's full of breakables, so now that I don't have my bag I'm a little more confident about venturing inside. I can feel my inner klutz trembling in anticipation though. All it would take is a stumble, and then they would be taking that card too to pay for it all. We'll see. Maybe I'll convince one of the locals to go in for me instead. I will have to practice my German in my head so I don't say something vulgar instead. :-[
Ich leibe dich. I know I have than right at least. Thank you.