Dysphoria im Leipzig
Hey cunts,
Heading to the sunny Algarve for a week. Couldn’t resist the weather forecast for the week ahead.
Traveling to Berlin tomorrow by bus and then staying in a hostel near Alexanderplatz as my flight is at 6am. I didn’t want to book a hotel as I’d be up at about 3am anyway!
If a contract isn’t forthcoming this side of Christmas then I’ll likely book another week in the Algarve and then head home for an early Christmas. I haven’t been back since I flew off to Prague in August.
I need to get back into the spirit of Split where I was working every single day and seemingly making progress on all fronts. The good thing about the Algarve is the Ecovia which runs all along the coast. There was nothing similar to that in Split so I’m at an advantage.
Dunno whether to run in the middle of the night tonight to keep my run streak going or leave it until tomorrow evening in Berlin. Last time I tried running around there was shitty. Very busy with traffic and pedestrians.
Update : I am sitting in Leipzig train station after a bad night last night. Got into a bit of a shouting match with some idiots who wouldn’t leave it out. So I told them that their dad was Angela Merkel and their mother was Heino. They can suck all the Schwanzs in die Welt.
9.3km last night but it was fucking lonely and dreadful. Spirits are low. I know how quickly this can change too. Just found out that I have two accounts on Booking.com and that the reason why I thought my Leipzig accomodation for next week was cancelled was because it was attached to my Facebook login rather than my Gmail one. I booked the Algarve thinking that the other reservation was gone but it’s there with a full price cancellation tag against it which would be unfortunate if it wasn’t for the fact my credit card has expired and they can dance for it.
On the bus now for Berlin. Fucking hate these things. Had a reservation for what I thought would be one of the front seats (1B) but the front seats started at 23A. What the fuck. Went upstairs thinking maybe the numbering starts there but no. Ended up banging my head about 5 times whilst some pastry headed cunts spoke to me in German and all I wanted to do is tell them to fuck their mother Heino and father Merkel.
