A few random realisations.

I am continually amazed at my own ability to injure myself. Hit my foot against the bed when I was getting ready to leave, didn't bother to check it, and only now discovered that not only are my toes swollen, there's also blood. Ow.

Could somebody please remove all males between ages 20 and 35 from Antwerp, please? Or ar least forbid them to go out after, say, 9 PM? because in the fifteen minutes it took me to walk from Linz' place to here, I was hit on twice and got a coke can (half-heartedly) thrown at me. (Males travelling alone or in pairs tend to do the former, packs tend to do the latter, I've noticed.)

Despite abovementioned male problems, I'm randomly really loving this city.

I really love my brothers.

I love the fact that I no longer slouch, eyes to the ground, but walk tall and proud, to the point where even linz noticed. (We've known each other for the better part of ten years. We tend to lapse into melacholic waxing about teachers and schools.)

I love my bed. Night, all, and sorry for the absence.

Edit: Just wanted to note that this:

I fell asleep on the couch last night, the little angel tucked against my neck.

Will definitely send me off to bed with a happy goofy smile on my face. because awwwww! Ter! Kitten! Sleepy! ^_________^