F***ing journal ate my entry. Hmpf.
Let's see:

Oh, yes...
I feel like I killed my hamster. Not that I actually have a hamster, but you know what I mean. I still feel sorry for totaling my car. I'll miss the poor thing. Ok, it's only an unanimated object, but I had it for three years, and new all its idiosyncrasies by heart. How it shuddered and creaked in certain curves, how it reacted when I floored it uphill, the like.

My own damned fault. *sob*
On the other hand, I thoroughly enjoyed the air-conditioning system in my new car last weekend! I drove back home from the [Querstrich]-Treffen in Mainz and didn't suffer under the heat! Heh!

That "mini-slash-con" was fun; _bettina_ wrote a report about it. We talked a lot, thumbed through _bettina_'s gay encyclopedias *g* and picked to pieces both the X-Files finale (argh! Chris Carter, you idiot! That was supposed to be the best you could come up with?!) and SW Ep. II.
We were thrilled to learn that Anakin hates sand and has a thing for Padmé's soft, soft skin. Double argh. Obi-Wan should have let the little arrogant $%§&ß*# smash to the ground in the flyer-chase scene that was openly borrowed from "The Fifth Element".
Dialogues aren't the movie's strength; perhaps the makers thought we'd ignore them due to the action. Fat chance. We're not all 12, see?

Last but not least, I'll have late shift tomorrow. Get up late (I fear I'm too lazy to go to the gym in the morning), go to work around noon and get home around nine p.m. Well. Something new for a change.