truck ran over me

i am waking up and i feel like a truck ran over me. eventually i peel myself off the blankets, not before serenading B with a couple of hoarsely sung morning songs to motivate. the motivation bit doesn't really work. she warms up coffee from yesterday and i try and be healthy half heartedly with a cup of hot water with lemon juice squeezed into it.
i steal some cream cheese from V for a breadroll that is lying around in the kitchen and make a bowl of cereals that i mix with hot soja milk. super disgusting.
i slouch down to the mail box to get "Die Zeit", B's newspaper which comes every thursday to read my favorite columnist's hilarious column. it ain't that funny today and my head is aching. my limbs are seriously twice as heavy as usual. i try on two dresses, same cut, different colors. decide for the lilac one after a facebook conversation with a guy whom i met via the hospitality club ages ago, from Bulgaria, and whom I haven't met ever since. life is weird.
today is a stay in bed day, most definitely. it is gray and gloomy outside.
nonetheless, i finally get out, return twice to the apartment, once to change into boots, the second time to get my phone that i forgot, the third time i ring the doorbell and have B throw me her woollen jacket down because it is freezing.
where has the summer gone!?
i should bring the keyboard to the office, i stole it, because the keypad of my laptop is broken. it s late though and i decide to go to university straight away, i have been late for this seminar all along and want to get there in time, for once.
it is truly horrific. the subway is crowded, i need way more personal space these days, i am fucking pms-ing and that's nothing to be taken lightly, i promise.
so i try to sleep and ignore the annoying conversations and 15 year old girls and all.
once i am at university i witness a dude falling with his scooter on the street, getting up and pretending as if nothing had happened. probably under shock. reminds me of the black cat that jumped off the fourth floor yesterday, across the street. B and I had a romantic little moment in the wintergarden, enjoying MJ (since I became a fan now too) and some wine. the cat fell flat on his side and lay there as if dead. two guys and we were just super shocked, then the cat starting twitching. i yelled into the night 'hey, fourth floor, get out to the balcony!' the girls living there heard me, ran out and down the stairs. the cat jumped up, when they opened the door and RAN away, but so fast, you wouldn't believe it!
so i get to university and realize, that the very seminar i am always late for is not happening today.

geez. confused people are late usually, and when they are not, they most probably have missed an announcement saying that they don't have to come at all.

such is life. i should stop writing now and start studying for my statistics class.
lordy lordy