all night, last night, and all day, today, i've been crazy restless, crazy to do something, crazy with impatience. which obviously led to not doing anything. ANYTHING. in connection to the time that i have idealistically allocated for study, i'm living a drama. it hasn't gone away and i cant ask it politely to go away because we don't speak the same language. so instead of anything helpful i decided to admit defeat, but with some self-help baloney on top: it's positive restlessness, of an adventure to come.
p.s. should i have grown up with a strict german nanny? would i have turned out ok then?