Mar 13, 2006 10:25
Dear Whoever,
doors have handles for a reason. Especially a quarter past six in the morning.
No love, Tete
Apart from that, I feel better than I have the last days, far better. Yesterday, I met with Sabrina in Butzbach and we went over the Faselmarkt (a cute market in the Old Town where you can buy all odds and ends), before sitting down in a little cafe and talking for hours. Afterwards, I survived my annual trial of courage in the Ferris wheel and was rewarded with a piece of pizza. We'll see each other again in the library on Wednesday.
Plans for today are doing laundry and research. Yeah. And - who would have thought? - writing. Nah, not much. We agreed on 5,000 in eight days. That's should go just fine without any stress or me hitting Sasuke for being such stupid and arrogant little bastard. :-)
Edit: How do you learn to keep opening hours in mind? Standing in front of closed doors once.
in : gießen,
schreiben (ich),
leben : meine freunde,
schreiben (wir)