And this is what I remember from the past couple of weeks:
Getting caught yesterday with no valid ticket on the tram. But it wasn't done on purpose, even if the rude Kontrolle guy thought so. Fine of 750 kroners - equal to about 85 bucks.
Not sleeping well since my vacation. Why am I staying up late? I could barely wake up this morning for work. Not good.
Loving my new shirts I bought in Berlin. Not that buying them in Berlin makes them special - because I bought them at H&M.
Going for a drink with Hanne on Monday and really talking to her. Like one of those afternoons where the conversation just keeps going and it's super interesting. Happy face.
Not unpacking yet. No comment.
Being hot and sticky in Berlin and dancing the night away on my last night there. And the best part - boys (and I mean that, because they barely looked potty-trained) staring at my chest while I danced. Yeah, every girl appreciates that. It's like an unwritten rule, right?
Taking silly pictures of myself and Therese during a really bad downpour on our way back from Chiemsee. Then, going to Salzburg that night and getting a really bad headache. I hate humidity!
Loving the fact that Therese took time off work to hang out with me during my short visit.
Not getting picked up by Therese at the Traunstein train station, me freaking out followed by a visit to the local police station with no passport. But it all worked out.
And most recently, catching up on my blog reading. Gina's ode to Bastille Day was probably my favorite. But then again, I'm easily amused by pictures of finger puppets. Especially if they're trying to teach me history. (BTW, G - I totally knew all of the history, if that makes you proud.)
Also, more recently, hating the rain, but loving that it's not sticky hot outside.
I went to the airport yesterday to make sure the Chile students got off ok. Super easy. Not even a line for us to wait in. Now I get to make phone calls and find someone else to do the same easy thing for August 1st - except at 4:30 in the morning. :(
My back is killing me today and it did the same thing while on vacation. I should go to my chiropractor. Oops, he's nine hours behind me on the opposite side of the ocean. Guess I'll have to pretend I'm old and rough it for the next six weeks. He's gonna love me when I get back. All smiles to be sure.
Ok, think that's it. I feel like I lead a very boring existence - at least where opinions and wit are concerned. And of course, Scott came in and verbalized his contempt for Bush's pick of Roberts. But I honestly told him - like in a serious, not amused way - what did you expect? He sorta shrank away from my door. I didn't feel bad though, since I don't like to think about it and I'm so fucking tired I couldn't give a rat's ass about it, unless it directly affected my morning - which you all know I'm a huge fan of.
Yeah, that's about it.