Spring!

I remember the times when I could go all night without sleep and just be a bit drowsy next evening. Well that is the case no more. My hands are trembling, people's voices echo, and the reality looks menacing. Yet it was worth it. I met Lola with her lovely sisters (one of whom I think I managed to piss off by proxy) on their way back to the glorious city of Minsk, learned about Czech men all looking like Jesus, chilled at a rock-pub, chilled at a British pub, got called 'big boy' by a bartender, smoked a lot, drank a lot, took an expensive cab, chilled at Schonefeld, chilled on S9 (goes directly to Pankow!), came home at 7, made a powerpoint presentation about cloning, ate a Paracetamol, ate breakfast, took a 2-hour nap (it's a nap, man), heard a lecture on Dante, amused Ionut with this story, amused people with my good mood, made a joke about gravity, got tired, hallucinated for an hour at a seminar on Dante, enjoyed the sun, got cold; good nite it was but I wish the day was already over.