unremarkable

If nobody spoke of remarkable things, my day would be composed of FINALLY getting internet in my room, spraying lots of ant spray (and kind of liking the smell), being told I'm working too hard at school, being followed across Berlin (no jokes, across Berlin means from west to north over roads and trains) by a creepy american who insisted on giving me all his personal details and kept asking me personal questions while the whole train and platform just stood and watched, enjoying Berlin at night with Ellen (accompanied by sauerkraut and bratwurst) and listening to Viva La Vida for the first time straight through.

And I have found some proper milk!