Point? What point?

Had a stupid, unsettling dream today from which I woke almost in tears.
I hate it when that happens.
What I dreamt was, basically, that I couldn't take part in some (important, I think) exam in Cultural Anthropology because Jörn (one of the jûdô trainers in Wermelskirchen, in case you haven't read my over-long entries about the Wewelsburg) had told lies about me and the professors had believed them and thus I was excluded from the examinations. Jörg and I spent half the night, or at least half the time of the dream, arguing and searching proof to show that those lies were lies, but no matter how firm the proof and how brilliant (...) our arguments, no one would listen.
And all the while Jörn grinned and played the innocent.
WTF.

In other news,
played around with my journal style again. At least you should be able to read everything again by now...

*sigh*

It's freezing in here.


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