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Clearly I have none. So after a day on the lake, I was starving. And here I'm not gonna mention the homemade pizza that the ex promised to bring, and didn't, so I won't. Anyway, passed by my place, and had dinner. They have a really nice "fitness-teller" which supposedly is healthy. A piece of meat with various kinds of vegetables. Very nice. So had that, and a chat with some friends. Then the plan was to go home. Half-way to the bus I got an sms. "I'm at the tapas place, wanna join?". Sometimes I think I'm too easy. I just turned, and did. Joined, that is. Three hours later... And tomorrow at 9 am I'm gonna be in the office of ze Swiss authorities asking them nicely to give me an extension of my residence permit. I will seriously try not to breath alcohol on them :)...