I don't know where my towel is.

Oh NO! It's Towel Day and no one tells me until too late? Doom on you!

Must go in search of my favorite childhood towel now, since it's the only one that has taken residence in the WG in Cologne where I am right now. I usually use it to wrap my Shinai in it, so it'll probably smell of wet bamboo and balistol, but oh well. [Yes, I know, wrapping your sky-blue, flowery-stitched favorite childhood towel that once had a name, personality and the ability to talk around your Shinai is a bad thing to do.]

In other news, Literature was spectacularily boring today. Discussion about the term papers. People had the brilliant idea that they don't get problems with translations from German to English when they read the secondary texts in English right away. Wow. Brilliant, really. And the far-from-reality examples from one of the elder students who talked as coherently as Edmund Stoiber were hard to bear open-eyed.

Some bastards felled the maple and the elder tree in the backyard of the WG. A plague on all their houses, whoever they may be. Bad enough that my parents thought they had to fell two perfectly nice and strong and beautiful trees at our garden to give another weakly and ugly tree a chance to grow; but felling two strong and beautiful and fragrant trees to make room for parking spaces is beyond the beyonds. There is no curse in Elvish, Entish or the tongues of Men...

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( Lyra weiß nicht, wo ihr Handtuch ist. )

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I know where my towel is.

Found it.

Feel strangely validated now that I saw that the first thing Neil Gaiman had to do after his cat threw up all over the bedroom carpet was - to blog about it. (Because the computer is on the way to the towels. Right.)
Still trying to figure out why I enjoyes reading that so much
Is it a) because it's good to know you're not the only one who has to clean up cat vomit,
b) because it shows that even your idols have human problems (or, in this case, feline problems),
c) because if Neil Gaiman's addiced to blogging, you have every damn right to be addicted to blogging, too,
d) because that just goes to show the importance of always having a towel with you,
e) because I always wish I could write poetry after our cats threw up (I only curse)
f) other (please specify).
Stay tuned as I search for the answer.

Now, going to cook some Ramen noodles to come off it.

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( Lyra weiß, wo ihr Handtuch ist. )

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