The weekend, on the whole, balanced out to okay. Saturday night was mostly fun, including an amateur theatre performance, dinner out, then a Peter Tosh tribute concert. (Okay, I'll not sign up for Bavarian bands doing reggae again, but it was an experience.) Con was that, as I was biking home, I dropped my iPhone and the screen smashed. The phone itself still worked but looked like crap. By Sunday I had gone through denial, rage and guilt and moved on to acceptance. I took it to the store on Monday. They had to send it away to some shoppe -- I'll get the bad news in the mail. (I decided that was just something that could have happened to anyone. Then, Tuesday evening, I dropped a glass and smashed it in my house. Okay, I change my verdict to clumsiness.)
German classes are going forward. The class size seems to fluctuate between six and twelve, but that doesn't really matter so much. Being in an immersion environment serves as a constant reminder as to how little I truly understand, but (as my father reminded me) it'll take a shit ton of work to get to some kind of reasonable level. Okay, frozen pizza time. Tschuss.
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