Another wasted day

Beautiful sunshine, chilling winds. My entry for the proust summarizing competition would probably be: a very nice saturday morning. All was well: got up, had breakfast, finished the book I was reading, had sex with the dog, went out shopping. Und was passiert: Der Gemüseverkäufer erzählt mir gleich mal, dass Pizarro ausfällt. Fucking hell! Die schießen uns heute sowas von aus dem Stadion. Und ich muss Montag nach München … .