Samson

I had a dream where Samson by Regina Spektor was playing in the background, and I can’t remember anything else about it except that the song was there. Next day I found this cover on YouTube, and between the dream and that version, the song just got under my skin. It moved me more than I expected.

Becca and I went out to Kaufbeuren that weekend to wander around and shop. Nothing special, just walked the streets and grabbed sandwiches. Saturday was supposed to be a night out but nothing came together, so André and Lisa came by instead and we played GameCube and watched MTV garbage.

Sunday I studied economics with Nastja in the garden—GDP, warehouse calculations, whatever they want you to memorize. At her place we got into some dumb argument with Iri, and then I tried to help her with Latin homework but kept almost falling asleep over these genuinely weird Latin poems.

This week’s gray and quiet but I’ve got enough to do anyway. Math, cleaning, the usual. Nothing exciting but that’s fine.