new homes

I found a great apartment. I'm moving. It's with these two guys, they are chefs at some nice club/restaurant. I don't know too much about them, but they seem pretty cool. The apartment is great. My room is huge, wonderful, partially decorated and I can't wait to get settled. The apartment was the last one I saw yesterday, I was getting super sick from walking around drizzly Prague for about 14 hours, wanted to go home (home?) and fall into a deep, deep, long sleep. I get to the apt, the guy gives me juice, shows me the place, we listen to soft jazz music and talk about traveling. It felt like home immediately. I leave, feeling excited and happy about the future, only to witness a horrific fight outside of the pizzeria at the tram stop. There were two men who got completely beat up by another group of men and these guys were just left unconscious on the pavement. It really freaked me out. Their friends (?) came and got them just before the ambulance and cops arrived, just as I left. So I went back to my friend's and stayed up too late yet again. I need to rest. I am getting sick, and need to make it stop.

On that note, I am about to go to a European handball game. It's a big one. I met this guy who mentioned going out of town for a handball tournament, and I jumped on it. Turns out there is a pretty important game tonight, and I'm totally into it. He said I need to bring noisemakers, which makes me hope that things get out of control. Handball!!!!

Handball or rest? Handball.