morning conversation

this morning i went into the room of my flatmate
to fold his laundry (yes) just because i needed the "clothdryhangything"
and then he asked me how late it was.
It was just around half past ten, so his reaction:
"so early? is it already sunday or is still saturday?"
me: "no its still saturday"
he: "because, you know, it could be possible because i have these post-its-block with 24 written on the side..."
me: "???"
he: "so it could be possible to sleep 24 hours"
me: "???"
he: "well, what i mean is, you know, sometimes you just wake up and talk crap and you are so convinced the stuff you say makes sense..."


i also kind of moved today
which means i moved some boxes to my flatmates room
which i will store somewhere else the next weeks
moving the next days to a friends summerhouse in suburbia
and then southern europe is calling me


had a week of womenshelter- together- on-holiday,
was fun, especially because my collegues convinced me that I should feel the freedom to phart loudly:)
and had some sorrows with 2 more flatmates leaving
so arrgh! when you got used to live together, and your live is suddenly missing so many small details
and the presence of people you started to love

enjoy the summer