Day 29 - he he he he he...Wipeout!

Da na na na na na na na, Da na na na na na na na na...Insert drum solo here.  Yes folks, I wiped out today.  I went skating, sped down a hill and as I turned at the bottom and there was a bunch of those green things that fall off the trees.  Not leaves, I'm not that stupid, it's the other things, whatever the hell they are.  They look like the whirly birds that fall off in trees at home.  Long story short, I hit them, I slipped, I scraped...c'est la vie.  I gave Kierstie a bit of a heart attack but in the end it's just a couple of scrapes, no big deal.  It's one of those "Looks worse than it is" type of injuries, the best kind to have...trust me on that.

 

Today was yet another German holiday.  I decided to look it up and discovered something that leads me to believe that the Germans are a little more crazy than I thought.  There are 2-3 more holidays this month, then nothing...not one national holiday...until October.  Can you imagine the insanity?  No summer long weekends, nada.  It's official, they're nuts.  Then again, it makes a sick sort of sense.  I wouldn't feel like celebrating if I had no access to air conditioning, either.

Anyways, I'm 3/4 of the way drunk now.  Kierstie is tired and so am I.  I now have to go to bed fully clothed to avoid getting my scrape mess all over Kierstie's nice clean sheets.  I imagine I'll be sweating like a pig all night (do pigs actually sweat that much?) and driving her crazy with my tossing and turning.  All told, today I've had undercooked fries, an over cooked Geflugerolle, calf and forearm and a lukewarm beer, served 15 minutes later than it should have been.  I should be fuming and pissed, but I'm not...surprisingly.  I'm just plain pissed...on wine.  

Lesson for today, one I now have more faith in than I did this morning.  Watch where the fuck you're going!

sleep well...

Ian