I am not sure where the last week actually went. The time fairy has been around and stolen it again. I think I might even be a little more stupid than I was last Monday. I am pretty sure that this is not the usual gradient of the knowledge curve.
I had a really nice weekend. I went salsa dancing (albeit I did nothing more than shuffle as inconspicuously as possible) and I went ice-skating. On the way back from Koln I was forced to cross the railway tracks. This goes against everything I ever learned growing up. I tried to protest, but in the end, I suppose that nobody cares what I say.
I had a minor mental blip at the beginning of last week, but I think that I have managed to rescue myself from some cataclysmic fall there. Point to me.
I live next to a brothel. Some awful man tried to pick me up on the road side at the end of last week. I hadn't even stopped, but I'd like to know in which country prostitutes march around with large coats, scarves, jeans and backpacks on? Well, Germany apparently. The incident would have been over sooner had my German been better. Unfortunately, it is not.
It snowed here over the weekend, that was very beautiful. I think I was happy at the weekend. Now it's "oh-hello-empty-misery-tinged-with-that-oh-so-familiar-sense-of-self-loathing" again.
I have now seen the new Bond film Quantum of Solace. It was a very different Bond, but I still really enjoyed it. It was very much "Quantum of Solace: Bond's Revenge".
The heating in my flat still doesn't work. Every night I have to build a nest in which to sleep. This isn't even me being a moron as my neighbour can't work it out either and the landlord was meant to come around last night to fix it... or make it work.. or something. In other flat-related news, I can now successfully open the bins! Huzaar! Also, it turns out that I do in fact have blinds and that I was using the shower incorrectly.
I went to a party on Saturday night. I was very drunk. I really really don't think that this should be repeated again. I have had to avoid coffee time for 2 days because I am too embarrassed to field more of the "so, you're still alive?" comments. I have received a number of messages on facebook beginning with "hey Steph, do you remember me...?" Answer: no. No, I don't because if we recall I fell asleep. I suppose that should really say "I passed out", but I think I rather say that I was just so tired that I had to take a little nap.
It was my non-Russian office mate's 29th birthday today. I decorated the office (at least his part) with balloons and banners. He refused to wear the "It's my birthday" badge, which I suppose I can forgive. I think he was confused and a little perturbed at my actions. It's just, if I had an older brother, I'd want him to be just like him.