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Two weeks since the last entry and it feels like 2 days.
My life has been busybusybusy since I came here, but right now, it's on an upswing from that. The move in addition to Prof Blub asking me why I haven't even turned in an introduction, let alone the literary review part of my dissertation, makes for busybusybusy² times.

The move has become necessary because J.'s boything has been retransferred to Berlin and the tree of us are currently living in a two room flat. Just to act contrary to popular expectation, all of us are going to move together. Into a three-and-a-half room flat. Once I finish my dissertation (HarHar) or decide I've spent enough time in the hell that's the clinic (for those who haven't noticed, I love the job and the colleagues, but would happily kill the bosses if given the chance), I'll move out and the two will have a nicely sized flat. This hopefully will work out in such a way that I'll move out at about the time J. finishes with her dissertation and joins the gainfully employed masses, and splitting the rent between two people no longer overtaxes a postgrad's account.

So, in between trying to put together a somewhat coherent literatry review on intraoperative hypothermia and packing my belongings into boxes (and since most of my belongings are books, this makes for heavy boxes), I've been painting my room, giving a kitchen a makover and generally been running around like a headless chicken.

But for my work I have pictures to show.
( There is stucco on my ceiling )

And why is Dunkin' Donuts (sadly, the only place to get a chocolate fix on a Sunday evening. If your definition of 'evening' doesn't go beyond 20:00) so expensive? For 5 € I could get a pretty good cake at the pastry shop next door (if only it were open).
I need to retrain my body not to crave chocolate after hard work.

I'd like to be able to blame someone else, but other than ryf mentioning piercings some entries back I had no reason to check on the two holes in my earlobes I've had since I was five. (I nearly never wear earrings and only put some studs in every six months or so to stop them from closing up.)
And even though the first rule about dealing with earrings I've ever learned was "If you put them on in front of the bathroom mirror, put the plug in!" I didn't. Meaning of course, the thing went sailing into the siphon at the first opportunity.

Now, I growing up with two younger sisters meant my parents taught us very soon how to get stuff out of there, because something would disappear down the drain pretty regularly.
Out came the plumber wrench and screwdriver, off came the siphon and soon I had my earring back. No problem so far. Only, I didn't count on the age of the plumbing here.
The rubber of the first gasket started to crumble while I was still taking the thing apart. Which means, that now we'll have to deal with a non-working bathroom sink until I can get a new gasket tomorrow.
Now please excuse me, I feel the pressing need to hit my head against the wall a few times.

(And no spellcheck I did neither mean 'Rif-Raf' nor RAF when I wrote 'ryf')

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