Two days ago, in a fit of unrivaled clumsiness and stupidity, I managed to give myself a rather painful paper cut—on my eyeball. Please don’t ask me how I did it; the memories are far too embarrassing to relive. Trust, though, that YES it is possible to get a paper cut on one’s eyeball and YES it does hurt quite a bit. It is still quite bothersome today.
I am consoled, however, by my receipt yesterday of a package from Germany. My Blümchen CD arrived; for $10 I received an ultra-rare Verliebt Goldedition double CD and a bonus Blaue Augen single, shipping included (thank you, Bastian). I’ve been dancing all day. I think the people on the train this morning were somewhat annoyed…
NP: Blümchen, Achterbahn
