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Trashing the night away .. Now I've experienced before how easy it is to go insomniac when your girlfriend can't get any sleep and is restlessly thrashing through bed and making large knots of bedsheet in order to find a confortable position to sleep (which is, of course, reverse confortable for yourself b/c you'll get cold feet and whatever)

I wonder now, is there a phenomenon according to which, just by the sheer knowledge that your partner is not getting any sleep at the moment, you stay automatically awake?

Simone is returning to Europe tonight in an extra-shittily transatlatic flight via Detroit to Düsseldorf. And I'm shure they'll torture her with dry crackers and tomato juice and atomic fart lasagne and a movie of the 'ben stiller: one nicht at the museum' kind just any minute now.

And I sit here although it is high time to get some rest and feel like too-much-coffe-man (see picture). I'm so bored and I'm so excited.

By tomorrow mid-day, we'll be in Luxembourg. My body will certainly arrive safely, meanwhile my mind will have died of exhaustion.

Cheers, roland