Woyzeck Almost Put Me Under

Steve Jobs turns 51 today. Happy birthday—while I’m in Munich trying to survive a day where everyone decided to be maximally irritating for no discernible reason.

Last night we saw Woyzeck at the Volkstheater. Büchner’s bleak little masterpiece, a man driven to murder by poverty and humiliation and the grinding machinery of military life—genuinely heavy material, competently staged. Rebecca and I were both nearly asleep by the second half. Dinner beforehand at Augustiner Keller, which should have been better than it was. The whole evening had the texture of something that looked good on paper.

Tonight I’m sleeping over at Becca’s—her mom is cooking a proper lunch tomorrow, which I’m genuinely looking forward to. Need to beat my SingStar score from last time, and I really want to push another level in World of Warcraft before the week swallows everything. Have to get through a presentation on Apple first, which at least I care about. Fasching parties everywhere this weekend—enjoy, whoever’s going.