french kissing.

one of my oldest and best friends is visiting.
*happy*

apart from that, B's passing through Vienna on his way to Ams where he apparently lives as of late and we meet up early in the morning and I take some of my stuff and try to keep my composure
(that i will fail)
and in the evening i run this stupid race in a 100% polyester tshirt
french person in tow.
there's news re the french person, but they're mainly stupid and blah.
ergo,
tomorrow will suck on many many levels.
on all levels possible.