Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous

The "what to do before you turn 30" list keeps on getting shorter and shorter. I can now tick off No. 367, Sing in gay karaoke. A (with whom I go to the ballroom dancing lessons) decided to go get one glass of wine in honour of the first lesson.

Funny how most of these things start with one glass of wine.

At 2 a.m I had sung very badly but in compensation very loudly a romantic duet with A, drank more than is good for me but still had the presence of mind to excuse myself when he found company. Today's lecture on the subject of the most dry and boring management theories went in through the other ear, looked in vain for functioning brain cells, and then left the cranium via the other ear.

I so needed that. I have been noticing the usual signs of autum depression - can't get anything done, am considering hibernation and so on and so on. After three decades I still am not used to the change in the amount of the light. I should probably move somewhere with a more steady climate. Plus, the change of the season somehow always dries my skin to the point where no amount of lotion seems to be enough.

Loadsa congratulations in the end:
Happy birthday, sister mine!
W00t to all the new homes - St and T, as well as my sister and her bf, I shall expect an invitation to the housewarming party, just so you know.
And everyone else, just give yourself a pat on the back, I'm sure you've done something to earn it.


Current soundtrack:
Orgasm Death Gimmick: Crazy Woman
Rammstein: Keine Lust (ich zähl die Fliegen remix)