prezzel of passion

It's amazing how one little word can make you feel like an idiot...
...and it's even worse if you saw it coming...

so here we are again one more night without sleep...

Another week is over. And the weekend depression already begins to form in my head.
Actually I used to love weekends. But now there is so much time to think about things. Not that I haven't got anything to do. There is quite a lot just now but since I can't concentrate on studying it's a rather horrible time.
Not that thinking is bad. I love it. Sitting around day-dreaming is wonderful (I do it during most of my lectures, and with most I mean all). The last days however this dreams are disturbed by something rather unwelcome and unfriendly. Doubts. Usually they come and go but right now I feel as if they booked a room for the weekend (and haven't booked their return ticket for now, depends on how succesful they are on the weekend).

In short: The house will be packed with Muffins on Sunday. (Which means I have to get more ingredients on Saturday.)