  Am sitting here,  listening to my " down and out"  winamp playlist,  even though I really am not down at all.  "
A Song for the lovers"  is running right now,  and that glorious,  glorious song always reminds me of the first time I ever heard it,  standing with Ev in the middle of his room in Melbourne one night,  (
and I am dead sure that I have mentioned that before)  being overwhelmed by the longing and the drive of the music and the lyrics and whatever was going on inside my head back then.  Today was a surprisingly hectic day,  really,  that passed by in the blink of an eye,  just like the last few days and weeks have.
 Studied some,  checked some stuff with train tickets out for Ev,  and around noon went out shopping for Ev's and Tina's Adventscalendar.  I know,  rather embarrassing to do it on the 6th of December,  but then,
 Ev won't need his until the 12th,  and Tina already got her bit for the 1st ( which is World AIDS Day,  so everyone gets condoms and Safer Sex info)  so I really am not all that lazy and bad.  Now please,
 imagine me standing at the cashiers at the supermarket,  buying the following things:  two bottles of water,  two packs of choc rusks and two things each of various kinds of chocolates and sweets ( overall,  a good 50 or so pieces)
 It looked like the shopping basket of a severly bulimic/ overeating ( because of the water,  and the amount of very unhealthy food)  obsessive compulsive ( because it was two of each I had)
 person.  I swear,  everyone in line stared at me,  and I really could hardly compose myself,  it was so very very entertaining.  Hopped into ProFa later to do some computer stuff,
 bring the urlLink ridiculous little website up to date and upload some pics to it,  help Nicole with some letters and inquire about tomorrow:  Tis the ProFa Christmas party/ excursion tomorrow,  and apart from Bernhard,  who organised it all,
 no one knows what's going to happen;  all very exciting.  We're meeting at 4pm at the center,  and will take it from there.  Wasn't allowed to come to the excursion in the summer ( they didn't take any volunteers along back then)
 so this will be a new thing .  Andre,  who hadn't reacted to my message left in his drawer last week ( leaving my eMail addie and inquiring about when I would get the questionnaire from him)  was there,  too,
 and spend an odd amount of time in the office with Nicole and me,  expecting something from me,  apparently.  Interesting.  Entertaining,  too.
 Looking forward to tomorrow.  I expect,  at the least,  some nice food and drink and entertaining conversations.  Not bad,  not bad.
 The rest of the day was spent wrapping all the single pieces of unhealthy " food"  into little packs,  and number then and make them nice and displayable ( Tina's packs are all tied together,  Ev's reside in a nice green stitched Christmas bag)
 Oh,  I can be such a creative little ass and good friend sometimes.  hehe.  * patting myself on the back*  So this was today.
 Am feeling relatively ok,  even though this afternoon,  some mighty big headache attacked me and made me realize that maybe I've overdone it today already.  So tomorrow I'll try to spend the morning nice and low and cleaning my flat,  finally.  Later,
 Tina and I will be out lingerie shopping ( for her,  not me)  before I need to rest to prepare for the wild aftenoon and evening that's probably/ hopefully ahead of me.  All well,
 all well.  And for goodness sake,  6 days from now,  he'll be here.  I write that down,  but really can not quite grasp it Fucking unbelievable.
 :  i spend the night yeah looking for my insides in a hotel room waiting for you we're gonna make it tonight yeah something in the air tells me the time is right so we'd better get it on and dj,  play a song for the lovers,  tonight please,  play a song for the lovers,  tonight don't wanna wait lord i've been waiting all my life but i'm too late again i know but i was scared can't you see i'm moving like a train into some foreign land i ain't got a ticket for this ride but i will ooh,
 play a song for the lover,  tonight dj,  play a song for the lover,  tonight dj,  play a song for the lovers,  tonight please play a song for the lovers,
 tonight can't stop looking back no no one more for the lovers oh brother won't you lend a hand i'm alone in a room and i'm waiting for love i don't know when this trains gonna stop but i'm telling you friend i don't want to get up a song for the lovers ~ richard ashcroft~
