...am still:

a busy bee... or so... (and it's 5 to midnight).

Falling out of bed, stumbling to Y. and carrying her heavy 'moving away from Marburg' boxes and furnitures as breakfast.

Since then stuck inbetween doubtful drinks, loads of delicious pizza-cake-sweets-soup, taking thousands of pictures, wrecking the flat, giving exhibition advices, mainly trying to give a sewing lesson to S.

Honestly, get 5 ladies together with an unlimited time horizon and food and booze - and monday you'll ask yourself what the heck you did at the weekend that you're that exhausted...

Enjoy your night!