Darmstadt. Overslept: damn antibiotics. Singing my songs to my brother. Arts&crafts market has lots of expensive cute cat-related stuff; resisted the temptation: budgeting software on the iPod helps. Sitting around in the university waiting for the party service to collect the dirty dishes. “Try these coffee sweets! They taste like sperm!”. Wiesbaden. Jam session. Cats. Singing ‘Minnie the Moocher’ with three guitars and a drum. Finnish lullaby about a dead loved one. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
