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i am exausted. six hours of sleep is a luxury. yesterday i left the house at 7.30 and returned at 1.15 in the morning. i am frazzled and can hardly sense who i am anymore but it's okay becuase the days are filled with the beautiful german language, art exhibits (the flick has every artist ever, all my favorites, and the RAF exhibit is astounding), babies that exhale deeply through clyinrical waffle crackers ashing occaisonally in dar bars with kind gothic women, jazz bars where anyone can play anything but they are all good, and eye contact. this cafe is dark, filled with beautiful people, deep in the basement and the minutes cost a premium. i write for class, about smokey cafes and bustling metrostops and classic town halls, the words come freer than ever and everything is inspiring to me but here i cannot seem to manage. the minutes cost so much so i must go but thankyou for yr comments, they mean the world to me.