29 Juli, 1:29 am, nach eine Reise nach Frankfurt

For a brief moment, the bothersome sound of the nearby disco was muffled as a longer-than-usual train passed through. This time, I could hear the train’s whistle despite the heavy rumble. My computer tells me it is 6:07 pm, but only says so because I won’t let it tell me what time it really is, in Germany. Each time I type onto the laptop, I’m transported back to good ole Central Standard Time.

I’ve been listening to Sarah (the witch, Jimmy) while cleaning my room. It sounds strange to write that. I’ve saved the desk for last, and now I just feel like typing a bit before I continue. It’s after one in the morning. Tomorrow I don’t have anything important to do in the a.m., so I don’t mind being up now. James is out at the bars, with a group of other ISU students from our building.

The weather has changed here like it does in Texas. Such a nice cool breeze is blowing through my window tonight. I might even need a blanket. I made my bed. They gave me a duvet and cover, but I first thought it was a blanket and a sheet. I keep them separated (Offspring, anyone?) because of the heat we’ve had.

I got stung by a bee today. Or maybe a wasp, or maybe a hornet, or maybe a terrorist. I don’t know; I never saw my assailant. I panicked, somewhat, but regained my sense of “I am o.k.” about an hour or so later. Unfortunately, the sting impeded my career by keeping me out of the Jewish Museum of Frankfurt. I sort of think I’d had had a better time by myself; then we wouldn’t have been in the are where I got stung, but that’s like wishing you’d taken 635 when you’re already on 114. So it’s pointless. This is not a very good entry, primarily because I am tired. It’s actually starting to hurt my finger to type (where the evil killer got me), so I think I’ll just let Jordan comment on this one and head to bed. If there are actually people reading this (since it won’t be posted until much later, it feels weird to ask a question), then I salute you.

Danke Schön. Tscüß!

-BW