I feel won­der­ful — just had a long, hot shower. I glow. I rule. Hee.
This after com­ing home from Alex’s birth­day. Alex’s from Hong Kong, and gath­er­ing by the peo­ple I’ve met tonight, my being Can­tonese has a lot to do with the invi­ta­tion.
Seri­ously.
Any­way, the din­ner was at this Chi­nese restau­rant at Rosen­heimer­platz and it’s the …

Morn­ing now. Snow­ing out­side. Heavy, flecks bat­tling each other. Fury rains down like ham­mers. Elliot Smith in the kitchen. Eat­ing cold toast with apri­cot mar­male and sun­flower marg­er­ine. Took a pic­ture of my white gar­den (was that way already when I woke up an hour ear­lier).
Today will be a quiet day.
Yes­ter­days since Mon­day were shitty, shitty. …

Finally met my apart­ment­mates (and on a day I’m avoid­ing all con­tact too).
First one I met was Josef, whom I did meet ear­lier, but never had much chance to talk to till now. Let’s see: he loves snow­board­ing, has a cold (he tells me it comes every win­ter; I won­der if the snow­board­ing has any­thing to …

The feel­ing is amaz­ing — finally mov­ing mov­ing into my room, my per­ma­nent room, here in crazy-real-estate Munich.
I felt euphoric as I walk the lanes of this sub­ur­ban hidey-hole, the crust of snow cov­er­ing the pine trees and the cars and just about every­thing else. But, for some rea­son or another, I have no luck …

Did you know it takes only three night buses from Ost­bahn­hof to get back to accursed Haus Inter­na­tional, and if you miss the lass one due to utter stu­pid­ity (as I did, fif­teen min­utes ear­lier), you can walk the rest of the way?
Of course there is a rea­son I know this. Spent the night at Paul …