I feel like Shakespeare

I even have the authentic writers' block. Perhaps it's just the lack of food, but I'm sure that when I get back from a lunch at the Casino (a word the Germans use to call their campus cafeteria) I'll be running circles around paragraps of diatribe in dactyllic hexameter interlaced with furious bouts of Haiku.

Having settled down to some form of routine, it makes it easier to plan weekly activities. I have discovered an Irish pub just around the corner from where I am living. The interesting thing about this pub is it's not full of local Frankfurters wanting some authentic black pudding or sheeps trotters for dinner - it seems to contain the majority of the English speakers of Frankfurt. Of course, the soccer fans take up a disproportionate space in the din and hue of coversation/throat-rupturing shouts at the football on TV.

In other news, you folk back at home will be the very lucky users of a law on December 1st that will bring joy to everyones nasal and lung cavaties. As I write this outside Cafe Celona, I'm having the good fortune of inhaling someone else's cancer stick particles. They're esepcially kind to make sure they hold the offending shit stick around my nose height in the upwind direction. I wonder if they mind if I walk over to their table and fart in their coffee cup and light the remaining beverage up like a liqueor shot. Grrrrr. $#%$#%@#$%

I am still living in a hostel in the red light district - expecting to find an aparment any-day-now (TM). It's good though in that you get to meet a bunch of interesting folk traveling through - lots of email addresses and offers of places to crash if I'm in need. Not so sure if Thomas at the American army base in Kuwait City really means the base, when he said come and crash.

I have a regular partner lined up for squash now - works in a bank (surprisingly) and seems a good skill match (although I'll probably end up giving him a wastings when the fitness kicks in). Also met some people through the German and French courses, so the social scene is slowly picking up.

Well, I hope you could find the Haikus amongst the paragraphs (hint: don't spend too much time looking).

That was les vacances a l'europe for another week and, I'm Chris Hellberg. Goodbye. *tick tick tick tick tick*