Horribly, devastedly sick . . . again. A girl I went to university with who already lives here warned me that people sicken here even more than we used to when there were fifty of us living on the same residence floor, breathing our cooties on each other. She's right. The weather is just so shit, and then the odd days it's not shit just weaken up your immune system for the inevitable moment 12 hours later when it's shit again.
It is a hostile environment weatherwise, and horribly polluted for its size. And while there are a million appealing things about Brussels, we're both dreaming about moving on. But then, of course, the question is how predictable will the weather ever be, anywhere, anymore . . . oh, what a hateful race we are, turning our planet into a hostile environment and fighting each other too much for us all to live in polyandrous peace around the tropics of Cancer and Capricorn. Can't we just stop fucking shit up?