Well fuck this for a game of soldiers!
At least he responded to my email. That's something, I guess. Spent the whole fucking morning moping, then went for a walk with some angry rock music punishing my ears and now I wish nothing more than that this was thirteen years ago, and the Zeche was close by!!!
Come to think of that, I wonder if I can actually get a last minute flight today to Berlin and just gate crash Freddie's place. Something tells me that isn't that good an idea but man do I need a change of scenery, and a friendly face that doesn't tell me that long distance internet relationships are always destined to fail and that they aren't real to start with.