When the Ceiling Fell

The week had no shape. Mornings wasted, the whole day parked in front of ICQ, then exhausted by evening from doing precisely nothing. Ana and I were fighting constantly—whatever loose summer feeling had been between us had long since turned into something else—and my Abitur situation kept refusing to move. A proper slump.

Yesterday something finally gave. I cycled to Türkheim—two villages over—to see Ana, one iPod earbud dead so Muse played in a single ear the whole way. We walked around, did some shopping, I got into it with Irilein, we ate something genuinely healthy for once, watched sitcoms and a quiz show, listened to more Muse. Just a normal evening, and that was exactly the point—nothing carrying over from last weekend, no residue. Ana’s off to Bonn today with her class.

This morning: employment agency, finally. Starting to push the Abitur thing forward. Financing is still unclear but a four-hundred-euro side job could handle it if it comes to that. We’ll see.