Nag

I have been sick for two weeks. Coughing. Coughcoughcough. Always. Junk comes out of my lungs. My eyes are always sticky with goop.

Application process for Germany is nearly completed.

Entry the First

My name does not matter, really. It is nearly four o'clock in the morning here and once again I cannot sleep. Maybe I could reread 'Frau Holle' or even start on the other text for Thursday? No, I haven't the heart nor the mind at this moment. Such strange feelings come over me at this time of the morning. All is very still and I can only hear the faintest hums of television sets. I am left very much alone and to be honest I have no idea as to why, exactly, I am cooped up in my smelly little room, when I could easily be outside, taking in the breeze and sky for all they are worth.

Oh.

It is -14 outside.

Good Enough.

On to more pressing issues.

Why is she awake? Not me. My noisy, upstairs neighbor.

I will be so happy in October. I failed to mention my impending adventure into Germany. Apologies. October through July. No breaks. 10 months of pure immersion. Wonderful.