Gaseous temperament

Madness... I'm bubbly again! Perhaps I shouldn't describe myself in so gaseous a manner - it's quite scandalous, really! Skippity-skip, I'm floatin' off into air. I was even good at foosball ce matin. C'était surprenant because usually, I suck. The stars, they sparkle and the cars, they parkle. I pitter-patter, twitter-twatter into oblivion.

I received my health insurance card last night and such was my joy that I've made an appointment with the dentist now. Free visits to the dentist - yippee! Oh, except for the $25 deductible per year. Insurance companies are such a scam!

Verheiratet... that's my favourite German word, verheiratet. It means married... so to use it, I usually say: ich bin nicht verheiratet; ich bin ledig.

While in Roma, bella Roma, I met a German couple who dragged me out for drinks. I dazzled them with my pronunciation of verheiratet. Then I had to say Friedrichstraße and all came crashing down to earth. For now though, ich bin nicht verheiratet und ich bin glücklich und ich möchte schöne Männer sehen. Donde estan? Non so. Tristemente, non so. Ach! What will become of this mouth, this multi-tongued yet sucky-at-todas-las-idiomas mouth?