I would like to rush out and cry. I would just like to die. I would try to be strong, but for how long? Why do I have this torture to endure? Just because I love her?
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Munich again. Job interview. Rain. (Monday)
[about the 20th of August]
Another interview went fine. Came too early, waited in the rain and read about some nifty tricks. Munich was grey and sad. But it seemed somehow to be a place I became to know more clearly. My flat's still a mess, but the new books (Gibson and another Burdett) arrived. I read on until the night was calling for sleep.
Another interview went fine. Came too early, waited in the rain and read about some nifty tricks. Munich was grey and sad. But it seemed somehow to be a place I became to know more clearly. My flat's still a mess, but the new books (Gibson and another Burdett) arrived. I read on until the night was calling for sleep.
Weekend (Friday, Saturday, Sunday)
Friday evening was full of good food, happyness and more. Falling in love is what's happening again and again. I can't touch her without all the feelings. Saturday was relaxing time. Sunday was just another day full of books and sleep and linux.
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