So that's a fuckup!
Great. So I asked L. for advice about a year ago, because I just didn't know what to make of A. and what she was doing. I've been doing the same with J. - asking her for advice. Both was a mistake. A fuck-up, it seems. Close to the worst thing I could possibly have done, it appears.
A. and I had the probably worst argument yet, 2 days ago. About such an unimportant, second-in-line and - as I would have thought - understandable issue as asking her best friends for advice, because I wouldn't understand her anymore.
You'd think that talking to the best friends seems to be the obvious if you don't know what to make of someone. Apparently not.

No idea where this is leading, but I don't like it. Maybe time for a decision finally comes, who knows...

Well, well, well...
Guess what?! I've had quite the nice weekend.
Even though I was still suffering a bit from the heavy medication, and even though I first missed my originally planned train, then witnessed a suicide - someone jumping in front of the train I was in - which all resulted in me arriving only in my "second home town" about 100km away from real home at around 0145 Friday morning, it all started to lighten up on Friday.
Spent a splendid night out at my local club until one-thirty, had fun on Saturday with our dog, went to a birthday party last night and the weather's getting better and better - and it's said to stay like this for at least another 2 days!!
Heads up, lights out, and let the good times roll!

Flu ahead
So this year, flu was early. Just like the snow; it started snowing last night and it only stopped something short of 90 minutes ago. 5cm of snow at early October is weird. Having a bad headache, the occasional need to throw-up and a general feeling of sluggishness doesn't exactly make me feel better.
...not to mention that due to the stormy weather, we won't be out'n'skydiving until next week...

Stormy weather
St. Michael is clearly better off with a talk to St. Peter - about the storm that is said to arrive by tomorrow around noon and about windy-ness in general.
All I need is another 2 skydives, then I've officially finished and passed my paratrooper training.
And what happens? It gets all stormy, ffs!!
Bloody hell... >:(

Holy fking shit!
THAT was clearly the most awesome thing I've experienced so far! SKYDIVING ROCKS! UTTERLY! RAAAAH :)

And so it came to pass...
... that one day, ground training was over. Preparation was finished. Everyone was ready to skydive.
Today, around 1300 CEST, I shall make my first skydive ever.
I am feeling a bit weird. Not because I'd feel every last of my nerves scream for input, not because I'd be über-nervous. But because I can't remember feeling this calm. Ever.
Wish me luck...