Les Miserables

  As much as I would like to celebrate June as my birthday month, things never fail to go to shit at the speed of light. It’s pretty much the same as my sentiments about full moon nights, were it not for all the nutbags. I’ve been trying to get my scooter running again to escape this malaise (even if it’s just for a day) but replacing one part has led to discovering ever more defective parts and no mechanic in sight that even wants the job. One of our beloved cats had to be put down due to a massive tumour and I got a letter from the government telling me my pension applications had to be fowarded to another department because of my internationality, so that screws up all the other pending paperwork to follow for hell knows how long. After working my butt off, I wasted a whole afternoon in town because the BF couldn’t get his car started and had to call the ADAC. It turned out the electronic locking mechanism got into a jam; but that was solved by disconnecting and reconnecting the battery (something they don’t tell you in the manual of course). Today, three people told me they want to kill themselves for reasons equally fucked up beyond all recognition, and I’m sure by the end of next week there’ll be a shitload more. Needless to say, being surrounded by so much misery is just not helping things and I’m not sure I want to discuss it with them anyway. I just want away from all this madness, out in the wilds and I don’t give a damn whether rain or shine.