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Every step I take to graduate this university makes me shiver, makes me feel nauseous. It's not all out panic. Yet. But I really can't think about what would happen if I made any mistakes right now. Or if the bureaucracy threw any stones in my way, which, let's all admit it, is less a question of "if" than one of "when".

And I threw my anchor miles and miles ahead, wrapped her up, stuffed her pockets with emotional sweets and threw her into the sun, where she does exceptionally well now. I have forgotten how it feels to be anchorless in daily life like this. I need to relearn to swim.
My fingernails sparkle and my mind wants to skip this and float away.

I edited fifteen pages of Traidis yesterday and the day before. It's quite hard work, battling the inner pighound and the inner perfectionist at the same time. It's all about balance, again. And I stuff my plans with social contacts, other ships to bump into to make the missing anchor easier to forget for a while.
Thank the Powers that May Be for Email and Skype, really. The world is a small place and tiny threads like these make a big difference: Maybe the chain is slack and very, very long. But it's not cut.

Someone said to me "I hate freedom. I'd rather not decide anything." Freedom is a scary, scary thing, just another word for nothing left to lose. We all need to ground ourselves on something, base our beliefs on something, hold onto something. I just wish I could erase some foul bases out of the thus polluted minds of friends. Oh, how I wish I were cruchad. :D

And I really wish our washing mashine had been on time. It's really exhausting to deal with so much unreasonableness.

Anyway, I grew mad a humankind in general (with the exception of something under a dozen individuals), went to sleep in the afternoon without setting an alarm, woke up completely refreshed and went on to float for a few hours. I did *something* with the rest of the day, though. And since there'd been a call for more daily life photographs, may I present: Midnight bakery cinnamon rolls.

My very first yeast dough. I treated it with love and care and wow, those smell and taste really nice!

I think I want to have new icons. *ponders this*

And since Elia asked me to show off the current state of our flat, have some major picspam after the cut!

First the meal we had on Elias birthday, fitting the ninja theme:

Here we have said ninja eating said meal, which is a good excuse to show off the living room.

The room is big enough for a dining area in the front, which I didn't photograph with showing off in mind, so this shows more the feeling than the lay of the room.

Yes, there was Cidre involved. :D

On to the kitchen. We lovelovelove the spotlights! There on most of the time, so late at night (as in for example right now) it looks like this:

If you put the other lights on it's even brighter.

And another of the coatrack/landing strip:

Oh, by the way, a few days ago, while I was working, our nice, middle aged neighbours from downstairs left leftover food on our doorstep and saved my crappy day with eggplant mediterraine. Nomnom.

Maybe I'll share the rolls with them. :D

Okay, who spots the roofcat?

Too late, the cat was quicker.

It's waaaatching you.
Really, I would die a thousand deaths every time my cat would walk the roof. Nope, sorry, Barclay is only going to get a cage-y non-balkony.

Okay, and for the last two: Actual, real snow in cologne, sometime mid-march. Or end of. Can't remember.