flexagon | Go away Burt, they're my bees now. Can I get on the train, please?

We got our European train tickets in the mail yesterday and are a bit baffled by them. It looks like we have to switch trains in Münich after all... so there won't be much chance to sleep before about midnight next Monday night. It doesn't help at all that they consider a ticket and a reservation to be two different things, and tickets are good for the whole trip while res's are only for one leg at a time. We do seem to have enough of each though, which is good. We stayed up last night lying in bed practicing our German... it feels oddly good to have that skill to draw on. It's coming back fast. I'm better than HLM, which is to be expected since I had twice the time studying it, but we both remember a lot of the basic words. Not that it'll matter much.; we'll probably get along fine on Was kostet das? and the old classic Wo ist die Toilette?.

I think I'm becoming a Burt's Bees junkie. I was so impressed a few weeks ago when I tried their hand salve and my lizardy hands smoothed out within a week. Now I'm trying out their cuticle cream and sure enough, my nasty cuticles are starting to look better too. Now, if only I could find products just as good for my dry but nastily gunked-up face... sigh. I think I'm going to start paying for monthly facials if I can find a good, affordable place. And maybe buy some of this stuff.

I skipped TKD last night just because I didn't feel like it... bad bad soyfetus. Guess I'll go to two classes tonight.