Well, they made me look up "compressed air hammer".

I really meant to be good, I REALLY did. I really meant to write most of that erudamn paper today.

However, the city of Solingen apparently didn't like that idea.
Because just as I had inished breakfast, a bunch of construction workers began working with compressed air hammers outside.
Our flat lies on the ground floor. And they were working just opposite our flat. Have you ever tried to focus on linguistic texts with that sort of noise going on outside? I have. It doesn't work.

I escaped to my parents, leaving my car at the garage on my way because of the broken exhaust pipe.
Unfortunately, it's not just the exhaust pipe that's broken.
It's also the shock-absorbers and the friction plate and the air conditioning that need repairing.
Fuck that.
There goes the rest of the money I didn't have already for, oh, our vacation, for example.

And my parents refuse to pay because I'm not working and not showing any goodwill and I still owe them the retention after my accident.

And I still have to write that paper.

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( ... wenn das Leben dir Zitronen gibt... )

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