Monday: Morning, wake with sore throat, feel awful. Stay home. By afternoon feel ok.
Tuesday: “I’m king of the world!”
Wednesday: Morning: “I’m king of the world!” Afternoon “oooh, maybe I’m not king after all.”
Thursday: “Crud, I am sick…”
On the upside, I forced myself to keep my scheduled hair appointment, which was not with the woman I’d had before, but in stead with the attractive guy I’d noticed on previous trips. He washed my hair and gave my head a wonderful massage. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to explain that I wanted him to “texturize” my hair and I have no idea how to translate that into German. I was able to convey everything else.
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