I'm doing fine, running around doing all sorts of cultural stuff and singing songs and making a fool of myself and so forth. I'm going along well enough with people that there's always someone I can talk or laugh with. My German has dramatically improved, more than I was expecting actually, but I'm started to get fed up with my classes. Which is probably also why I'm so excited to soon go back to science — aside from, well, science being made of awesome and shiny unicorns, and also what I've trained for for my entire life. That said, I eat poorly, spend way too much time sitting on my ass, run mostly on sugar and caffeine, and clearly don't get nearly enough sleep, so it's also time that I go back to the real life. Please don't point out that I generally spend way too much time sitting on my ass, eating poorly and not getting enough sleep in real life as well. I have Plans.

But I don't have much to talk about. Well, I do, but mostly about a topic I don't want to talk about (because it's painful, and because they're no way I can write about it without offending people I have no desire to offend). I realize it sounds like a cheap teaser, but I'm afraid it actually is a genuine impasse. However half-assed it sounds (and however much my spell-checker insists there's no such word as "half-assed"), it's nevertheless the reason why I haven't been writing lately.

So, yeah, you know. Meep.