Lazy Sunday at the Apartment

It's 2:25PM and AA and I are still in our pajamas, on our respective couches (mine really a stuffed chair), and we don't seem to be moving too fast. Neither of us is hungover, not even close, which is an amazing feat in itself.

Gosh, I had a dark beer in Schwaigern, 2 small glasses of wine at the house, a beer on the train, and then a little over three beers at the party.

I should feel like shit today, but I don't. What's weirder? I didn't even get a good rip roaring buzz from the barley pops last night. What's with that? I'd heard all sorts of stories on how potent German beer is supposed to be, but I think I was a bit shocked. Not disappointed as I didn't really intend to drink myself into a stupor or anything, but shouldn't I have been a bit more inebriated? One would think so.

So, two cups of German decaf coffee down, a chunk of toast with goat cheese, and I am no closer to doing anything today. I think a long hot shower is in my future. It looks cold, gray, and windy outside. It feels like a day to ride the couch and watch movies more than anything. But I'm in Germany. Aren't I supposed to be doing something? I feel a little guilty just sitting here but my legs and feet hurt so much. I even had a dream about how much they hurt. Gah!

We might actually get out of the house by the time it turns dark. Fancy. that.