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It's time to use your agenda when you start mixing up dates and appointments. Today is Wednesday, Feb 18th. The day I had an appointment at the orthodontist's but cancelled it. Not the day I have an appointment at the dentist's.
Well, I suppose I still kinda would have had to drive here. *shrugs* But still... *headdesk*
Just so I don't only talk about my teeth...
The night before last night, I had a rather strange dream. I was skydiving with Jörg ("Freud says that when you dream about flying, it actually means having sex." - "Indeed? Then what does it mean when you dream about having sex?"), and he jumped first, while I still stood in the swaying plane above the clouds and had trouble getting into the harness. Once I had that on, I jumped, and I was falling toward some sort of concrete maze. I could see Jörg waiting for me, and when the time had come, I tried to pull the rip cord, but nothing happened. I fell faster and faster, pulled and pulled, and then the ground was there, and I landed on my shins and elbows. And got up. It hardly even hurt. I turned around, and Jörg came running towards me and asked what happened, and I don't remember what I answered (though I know I did answer), or what happened afterwards.
Analyze this.
We painted the kitchen. It was supposed to have the colour of terracotta. Instead, it turned pink. We have a pink kitchen. Piggy pink. Gahk.
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( Ja, aber ich bin verrückt und weiß es. Du glaubst, du wärst normal... )
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Well, I suppose I still kinda would have had to drive here. *shrugs* But still... *headdesk*
Just so I don't only talk about my teeth...
The night before last night, I had a rather strange dream. I was skydiving with Jörg ("Freud says that when you dream about flying, it actually means having sex." - "Indeed? Then what does it mean when you dream about having sex?"), and he jumped first, while I still stood in the swaying plane above the clouds and had trouble getting into the harness. Once I had that on, I jumped, and I was falling toward some sort of concrete maze. I could see Jörg waiting for me, and when the time had come, I tried to pull the rip cord, but nothing happened. I fell faster and faster, pulled and pulled, and then the ground was there, and I landed on my shins and elbows. And got up. It hardly even hurt. I turned around, and Jörg came running towards me and asked what happened, and I don't remember what I answered (though I know I did answer), or what happened afterwards.
Analyze this.
We painted the kitchen. It was supposed to have the colour of terracotta. Instead, it turned pink. We have a pink kitchen. Piggy pink. Gahk.
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( Ja, aber ich bin verrückt und weiß es. Du glaubst, du wärst normal... )
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