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“Hey papa, I’m just like you / Hey papa, I’m a rolling stone too” – Danko Jones

Work last night was okay. I was terrified because one of my tables had my sort of Archenemy eating at it but when I got down from the staffroom at seven sharp the table was empty.

Large group with friendlies, table for two that lounged longly, table for six that was at ease, and my last table left half an hour after I started work. Then I cleaned the buffet (and clean it was) and made some tables. Thanks to Timo the afterwork chitchat was aggravating (he kept on nagging about pints in stead of normal beers) but I drew a demon in my clothing dummy because that JVC advertisement was so darn inspiring.

Then I slept at half past one. Now drink coffee and off to dada.

Why oh Why

Ah, in train home. Tired. I had to run or wait for 15 minutes or more. Walked halfway through train to find a seat. Pretty guy across the table, man with white hair to my left. The guy is pretty metal and has pretty hands.

Yes I chose this seat for you / May I ask where you are going to?

Oh! He’s got a Donald Duck in his leather jacket. Plus: he’s wearing a Rhapsody t-shirt.

Well, enough about him. I hope this will be readable because my hands are still trembling from the effort.
My Mepstoms birthday was okay. It was great seeing Hans and Femmie and my grandma again. Femmie needed to spill her troubles and contradictory to my other aunt, Hennie, she listened to my advice. Life is getting pretty harsh on her in Nijeveen.

Downside to the entire birthday was Hennie trying to talk to me about how pathetic her life is. She didn’t let me finish, kept nagging for my continual attention and only wanted to hear how sorry I was for her. A-ten-tion. Even when I tried basic counseling on her she didn’t listen. When I asked her what made her happy she answered only things she couldn’t do, followed by how fucky it was for her to not be able to do them. Damn. That’s a Nijm treat and I can see it in myself as well sometimes.

Upside: trying to speak German and Drents was nice again. Even if my German has a Dutch accent and my Drents has a German accent.
I saw my brother again, it must have been ages. My presence was greathly appreciated by Detty as well. Too bad Raphael had to work.

So I’m off home, home to be in the So What in time to see Mike play. Gotta write my Formanterra character and check out the guy with the Donald Duck.