Dresden

The Potsdam crew, plus Lauren's visiting friend drove two hours to Dresden yesterday. It was really beautiful, and we saw quite a few buildings, despite only staying for five hours.

I'm getting really excited about Ayumi visiting. It's so soon!

Sleep Patterns

I fell asleep at 6:30am
I woke up at 9am
Woke up again at 10am
Could not go back to sleep.

It is now noon, I haven't had any coffee, and I'm not tired at all. Just disoriented.

I just realized

something that I'm sure many others have realized before me. EVERYTHING I'm wearing is from H&M. I must add, I'm not half-clothed or anything. I am decked the fuck out:
Bra
T-shirt
Sweatshirt
Jacket
Scarf
Jeans
Underwear
Socks
SHOES, for fuck's sake!
Okay, admittedly, I took off my hat before I wrote this entry, but even so, it's too much of the same stupid store.

We're having so much trouble moving. Today has been really awful. Ruth and I both kind of cried on the S-Bahn, and we're tough broads.

My little brand of insomnia.

It's 3:37 in the morning, and I can't sleep. Despite having spent the better part of my day yawning, I'm apparently doomed to sit here and pore over the history of Fish 'n Chips on Wikipedia.

Two great days. I'm not in the mood to write extensively, but yesterday I went with Ruth, Chris, and Florian to Potsdam. It was essentially the first time I have ridden in a car since arriving in Germany, and it was wonderfully relaxing. We walked around Sanssouci for a couple of hours, snapped a couple of pictures, and went home. I forget how many places are available for my quick visitation. I mean, Potsdam is on the S-Bahn.

Today I was pretty immobile for most of the hours, nursing a bit of a hangover. At six, Ruth and I left the house and went to Potsdamer Platz (which, despite sharing a name with the city I visited yesterday, is still in Berlin) to innertube down a fake snowy hill. Florian met us there, and we all three slid down together. Adorable. After the 15 second payoff that followed my two weeks of anticipation, we walked around drinking Gluehwein and looking at the Christmas Market merchandise. We ended up in a supposedly Austrian style hut thinger, drinking more Gluehwein and listening to the exact same music we had played the previous evening in my kitchen.

Now I can't sleep, and have to listen to my disgusting cat sneezing.

what I must do.

Stop drinking so much.
Exercise more.
Stop spending entire days in my kitchen.
Learn a few words every day.

Schnee.

I wonder if this ever gets old. Instead of see-sawing from one side to another, they're bolting toward the ground, dropping like rain. I'm like a child; a quality of my personality I hope to maintain.