Decided to end my self-imposed isolation today. There’s just so much a recluse could do. Though I nearly went bonkers when I met Sadok the other day and he casually mentioned he didn’t see me at Stusta last weekend. I insisted I do not live in Stusta. But whatever.So, called Mike out and we went to watch Ocean’s Eleven. Some reviewer said this was Soderbergh, normally serious, being seriously fun. And it was. I was just giggling throughout the movie with fanboy glee. Took some pressure off, it did, at least.

But then I abandoned Mike at Hauptbahnhof, electing to go home alone rather than be at Stusta. Not yet. I still can’t connect. Perhaps more separation is needed.

Perhaps I just need to be a bastard again.