around the thoughts in 17 ways

well… this tradition keeps imagination rolling. if you know what i mean.
i started to write two new stories, though one is only for my dearest dom. (yes, i’m awake. i can’t fucking sleep after my gran’s coffee… it should be sold as “wake the dead” – drink… maybe the coffee i drank with you in the nice little gutenberg wasn’t this wise either or the assam-tea afterwards. i have no bloody idea. and yes… i’m a little bit annoyed.)

our yearly gluttony passed and i wasn’t able to eat the whole menu.

our little musicians were terrible… but great fun… this orchestra should take some time to rehearse the following year… but wow… they made a good job. really… one of my cousins got a keyboard, the other one an e-guitar… only two days ago… and they could play… a little bit.

after singing and laughing we spoke a little prayer and it was hard not to cry. one single tear escaped. i still don’t like the thought about losing grandma nr. 1. or that a tiny human being had to leave.

the gifts were really nice. today i’m going shopping. i’m in the need of new boots since i can’t find the ones i bought two years ago, though they are practically new.

i shouldn’t smoke again, but meanwhile i’m a heavy addicted person. and a headache pill coulnd’t hurt either.

sleep well, dear folks.