Had a (non-slash-friendly) friend over for the weekend.

Results: I now know where you can find the most a) bars and b) discos in Cologne. <sigh> It rained the whole weekend, it was far too cold outside, I didn't get even remotely enough sleep, I spent way too much money, and I'm glad to have my peace and solitary back. I've never been a huge fan of endless parties and the 'in'-scene, not like her, and today I guess we each went our separate ways a bit disappointed both. She doesn't understand enough English to watch the TV series with me that I'm interested in, and I don't get her endless fascination with Alicia Silverstone. I love slash and don't hide that fact, she's addicted to the German music TV channels "Viva" and "MTV" and everything that's "in".

We know each other since our earliest childhood (our parents used to be good friends), but lately, I feel like I'm in a stranger's company. Have I changed that much -- or her?

Then, I got the migraine from hell tonight. At 11 a.m., I couldn't stand it any longer and took my pain medication. Right now I'm trying to decide whether staying away from the gym constitutes a lame excuse for laziness, or rather the prudent decision of a head that's still hurting a bit and fears the hopping-up-and-down motions on the crosstrainer.

Argh.
Decisions, decisions.

And I damn as hell wish it'd stop raining!!!