… what’s going to hap­pen today. No mat­ter what, I’m weary. The point is that I’m the “Beruf­sop­tim­ist” (optim­ist by pro­fes­sion), some­times also referred to as Mar­vin, so everything’s going to be fine today. Ok, ok, just kid­ding. Yes­ter­day, I broke two glasses, an empty one and one filled with corn. It’s real fun to clear away thou­sands of tiny little pieces of broken glass, sharp-edged as … broken glass. Great. I didn’t even know that glass is cap­able of break­ing into such damn little pieces. Any­way. My fin­ger is fine again today and the floor in front of the fridge is now clean, too.