now this is how it feels like being isabelle küster as well: after doing a promotion job at a boxing event yesterday I realized I lost my purse.in fact I don´t even know I lost it because I just can´t come up with a situation where this should have happened. so I am somehow hoping for it to show up in the apartment now which is, as I slowly have to face, a rather unlikely thing to happen.
oj. what a nice start to sunday, I am having a shower now.
update: good god, it´s back! and I totally lost it. fortunately an angel materialized in the person of an italian trucker found the purse in the midst of a parking area near the train station where I waited yesterday for a train that never arrived and got coffee and fashion magazines in order to catalise my frustration. ah, relief, now I can have my snuggly sunday afternoon.
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