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olorielThought all along I couldn't make it to the barbecue in Cologne anyway.
After work it turned out that I might. So I bought some foodstuff, picked a zucchini monster, and drove to Cologne.
Spent most of the time in a traffic jam because someone crashed spectacularly in the tunnel just before my intersection. (The someone was unhurt from what I could see, although she did look shaken while the remains of her car were getting towed.)
Arrived, found a parking space, marched to the flat ---
except, alas, I knew yesterday's tentative plan, not today's real plan.
I rung the bell, and when nothing happened, I thought, "oh well, they'll have gone to the park already", so I went to the park. Went through all the park, too, without finding anyone.
Still carrying a bloody 2kg zucchini.
Went to the flat again, rung bell again, nothing happened.
Change of plan, I thought, and as my cellphone had disappeared and I couldn't call anyone to find out where they were, I drove back home again.
It's my own fault for not risking the bossman's wrath and using the internet computer to find out whether yesterday's tentative plan was still valid, I know.
But, gah.
Two hours of time I should've used for getting stuff cleaned up, 10 Euros worth of gas, all for nothing.
*sighs*
I should've thought of trying the other flat, obviously, but somehow that possibility didn't occur to me. Stupid.
Ah well.
- - -
Read a short note about a Japanese figure skater who drove drunk and thus won't be permitted to take part in any competitions for 12 months. This wouldn't be the least bit interesting if the poor guy weren't named - Oda Nobunari.
Oda Nobunari.
And here I thought that only the imperial house was continuing that traditional hereditary syllable thing...
(points for anyone who gets the joke. Except for the Japanese studies guys, because if you guys didn't get the joke, that'd be... sad.)
- - -
One of the secretaries at work tends to blather a lot about things nobody cares about. Today it was about schools and graduations and stuff. Which, as I said, nobody cares about, but - the daughter of the friend she was talking about is named Kaya.
Heh.
Did Kaya have a brother named Daniel? Because this Kaya does. :D
- - -
Komiksy. Ja, es war ein langer Zwischenstopp.
Ihr dürft auch ruhig poken, wenn ich die Dinger vergesse. Jedenfalls bis ich sie ganz drangebe.
- - -
Now I go and try to get some kind of order into my study. Eh.
- - -
Oh right, there was a light earthquake this night! Of course I slept right through it and only learned about it on the radio. The boyfriend says he woke up around that time, but he couldn't say whether it was the earthquake that woke him.
We have an earthquake, like, once in seven years, and I always sleep through them. But then I tend to sleep through everything once I'm asleep.
After work it turned out that I might. So I bought some foodstuff, picked a zucchini monster, and drove to Cologne.
Spent most of the time in a traffic jam because someone crashed spectacularly in the tunnel just before my intersection. (The someone was unhurt from what I could see, although she did look shaken while the remains of her car were getting towed.)
Arrived, found a parking space, marched to the flat ---
except, alas, I knew yesterday's tentative plan, not today's real plan.
I rung the bell, and when nothing happened, I thought, "oh well, they'll have gone to the park already", so I went to the park. Went through all the park, too, without finding anyone.
Still carrying a bloody 2kg zucchini.
Went to the flat again, rung bell again, nothing happened.
Change of plan, I thought, and as my cellphone had disappeared and I couldn't call anyone to find out where they were, I drove back home again.
It's my own fault for not risking the bossman's wrath and using the internet computer to find out whether yesterday's tentative plan was still valid, I know.
But, gah.
Two hours of time I should've used for getting stuff cleaned up, 10 Euros worth of gas, all for nothing.
*sighs*
I should've thought of trying the other flat, obviously, but somehow that possibility didn't occur to me. Stupid.
Ah well.
- - -
Read a short note about a Japanese figure skater who drove drunk and thus won't be permitted to take part in any competitions for 12 months. This wouldn't be the least bit interesting if the poor guy weren't named - Oda Nobunari.
Oda Nobunari.
And here I thought that only the imperial house was continuing that traditional hereditary syllable thing...
(points for anyone who gets the joke. Except for the Japanese studies guys, because if you guys didn't get the joke, that'd be... sad.)
- - -
One of the secretaries at work tends to blather a lot about things nobody cares about. Today it was about schools and graduations and stuff. Which, as I said, nobody cares about, but - the daughter of the friend she was talking about is named Kaya.
Heh.
Did Kaya have a brother named Daniel? Because this Kaya does. :D
- - -
Komiksy. Ja, es war ein langer Zwischenstopp.
Ihr dürft auch ruhig poken, wenn ich die Dinger vergesse. Jedenfalls bis ich sie ganz drangebe.
- - -
Now I go and try to get some kind of order into my study. Eh.
- - -
Oh right, there was a light earthquake this night! Of course I slept right through it and only learned about it on the radio. The boyfriend says he woke up around that time, but he couldn't say whether it was the earthquake that woke him.
We have an earthquake, like, once in seven years, and I always sleep through them. But then I tend to sleep through everything once I'm asleep.
