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[typed and edited 10-08-2003]


Er. Hiking tour, take one.

:: facepalm :: This is depressing, not to mention incredibly embarrassing.

The usual routine, get up at 6 am (vacation? what vacation?) leave at 7. Started out from Weissbach at 7:30, not quite where I intended, but never mind that for the moment, managed to take the wrong direction at a crossroad quite early, but didn't notice my mistake until the forest road that had looked really inviting ended absolutely nowhere. I had to go back all the way and lost almost two hours only to end up barely 200 m higher than where I 'd started, at 10 am, the day already starting to grow hot, so angry with myself I could have cried.

Part of me would have liked to return home at once, but I forced myself to go as far as the Diessbachstausee at least, the Ingolstädterhaus of course being out of question at this point. Self-punishment, more than anything.

Pretty, but kind of pointless (my standards for hiking tours are if it's not 2000+ m, it's just not worth bothering), but then so are the biking tours, by now.

Another day like this and I'm either leaving or killing myself. Kidding, mostly.

Finished the HP books, and please JKR, enough with the ... . I'm using them too often myself, when I'm too lazy to finish a sentence or thought, but that is some serious overkill there.


There might be a thunderstorm.


(later)

It's such a thin line between the normal functioning me (or what passes for that) and the meaninglessness and resignation. So easily crossed, stumbled across.

The evenings are worst - want someone to talk to, alone I'm nothing.

Worthless.