My Own Private Alaska, the Band, I'm maybe going to see today:
Well, it's for free. But on the other hand I could do my Swedish homework and go to bed earlier, since I nearly didn't sleep last night (you know why) and have to get up tomorrow at least at 7 a.m. Hm, hm...
By the way, I'm now earning my money by returning deposit beer bottles.
Instead of The Blood Arm in concert and privat all-night party at Hamburg Mainstation as previously planned I'm lying in my bed sitting at home, reading a shitload of pages for university. Around 70. Since NOW. Dilligent and ambitious. Wow.
I dreamed I inherited a newspaper and could work there as the chief editor and a journalist besides university. Why can't I just once wake up and it's reality?