Sitting on my laptop and hacking away at the keyboard, the week feels fucked up. To begin with positive things, the Diclofenac injections and the whole lotta Diclofenac that enters my body orally seem to get the better of the inflamation in my elbow. Pains on a retreat! That much is positive. The rest isn`t. The wheather seriously sucked the whole week, the kid training groups were not really inspiring either, the whole country is absolutely freaking out about pig influenza and finally, my landlord has taken up his bastardly habit of locking the washing room again-which means that I have to ask all the time.
The whole flu issue is kinda interesting, though. With the economic crisis going on, it was about damn time something popped up that will scare the shit out of everybody and keep people halfway quiet. If you´re worried about getting pig influenza, you`re less likely to start social upheaval. I guess...In the end, I`m now waiting for my laundry, don`t have a clean towel left but fortunately some clean underwear, so I think I can go to sleep like a civilized person.
I hope the next week will be better. Hopefully my arm will be cured and I´ll be able to climb again. I seriously cannot take being without climbing for more than a week. I get into a mood that I don`t like. Kinda edgy and bitchy...
Dropping out. Gotta clean this flat. Would like to listen to Metallica full on. Can´t do it on account of the stupid old thing living the floor under me. She`ld raise hell.
Enough emo epicing. Big up and be a man. Resolutions for the coming week:
Don`t shave and appear to my boring English didactics lesson on Thursday looking completely savage!
Onsight a couple of 7a+ routes to get my arms going. Have a blast on my proj. and link the crux boulder passage. Get wasted with Verena after that. She´ll have to drive me home!
Find a sick wall to bolt.
If all those come true, at least next week will be a blast again.
Out!
