The Famous Humble Pie

All right, all right, I was wrong. In quite many things, actually. But because I am an adult I can admit it and not lose my cool.

First, my flu wasn't a flu at all but bronchitis. Whoop-de-doo. I still hate it, mind. Fortunately I got some mighty good medicine from a nice young doctor so that I have to actively remind myself that I am not healthy. (And why is it, that every time I encounter a nice young, not bad-looking doctor, I'm full of snot and goo and just as witty, or have some other disgusting ailment. Why couldn't it for once be like, "Oh, kind Herr Doktor, I have this awful splinter in my finger, is there anything you could do...? I'd be ever so thankful..." But no. Snot it is).

Secondly, my complaints for lack of sympathy were for nothing. Of that I have nothing to complain about. I called my mother, and after a stern command to go see a doctor immediately, she did rush at my bedside bringing with her oranges, home made blackcurrant juice, croissants and a scanner which I intend to install as soon as I gain full control of my brain again. All right, she came by in the evening, after watching an episode of Emmerdale, but still.

Then my sister brought me some DVD's, a good friend H had some blueberry soup and fruit salad and more nourishing chocolate and all in all I've felt some good vibrations going round, and before you start with any smart comments, I haven't had fever for two days now.

So there. I've eaten that humble pie with good appetite.

Moodwise, I'm pretty excited. I sat the final exam today (doped to near overdose) and it was much easier than I expected. It might be that I passed it, but I'm not counting on it seeing as I just went to see what it was like. I'm still half prepared to make it for real next fall. But I analyzed both positive and negative economic impacts of tourism on destination areas, counted how many work hours can a restaurant afford if its total sale is x before VAT is deducted and personnel expenses can be y% of the turnover, wrote about the different kinds of personnel management in different kinds of businesses and made some educated guesses of the influence the post-war big generations will have on marketing decisions in hospitality business. I guess I've actually managed to learn something during the last couple of years.

I'm hoping that there might be an opening for some extra education for me as well, I've had the pleasure and privilege of listening to MC Eagle Owls latest hits performance every now and then. The Hogwarts letters are obviously not all delivered yet. I'm still waiting for mine.

Today's paper had a story about the eagle owl. Or the eagle owls, I should say, there are two of them in the area now. The eastern eagle owl and the western eagle owl, as they are affectionately called. Both are a bit of a mystery, apparently they should now be somewhere quiet and private thinking about reproduction, not enjoying the fast lane of big city life.

All right, time to wrap this up and go take care of my fish. I made a bit of spring cleaning in the fish tank, basically I trimmed the most offensive plants down a bit and washed the tree thingies. I have now one very baffled fighting fish swimming around the tank, making mad spurts from one end to the other and obviously thinking that something was different a moment ago, just can't put my fin on it... Not necessarily the greatest of thinkers, that fish, but he makes it up in other ways.

Yes. I have no life. So sue me.



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