'Round Midnight.

I don't know how I got here, but certainly I feel like exposing the iffy things called thoughts that are currently crawling through my brain. With a bottle of beer it just feels better and cooler to write. More important. You think: "Hey, there might be an idiot out there who is honestly interested in what I think". Yeah, bullshit. And instead of beer, my drink consists of nothing than coke. Damn you health. By now I should be lying in my bed left to me, it just waits for me, is literatly shouting for my arrival. But I can't. Not now anyway. In a couple of days I leave this town to hopefully spend the freakin' best weeks of the whole year in our beatiful capitol called Berlin. If anyone would have told me that I visited it for like 15 times through the year 12 months ago, I would have laughed. Or just shrugged. Said "fuck you" or "whatever". Today, a year ago, I spent the first weekend alone with what later happened to become my girlfriend. And 365 days later I know that getting on that train at 11 o' clock back then was pretty much the wisest thing ever done. Not just by me. I think in general. Come on. I know we're all happy about light and fire and cars and modern literature and condoms but...
I've been writing here about nothing at all. I'm not even sure why it's in english. Of course, now it's for everyone to read, but....
It actually is just more fun.
Wish me luck. I got some things to "fix".

Yours truely,
Captain Greven