Final destination: Rieneck

The counter at www.IMWe.net says that now there are zero days, zero minutes and zero seconds to next IMWe. Therefore it feels kind of strange to sit here in Tobi's room in Wien, chatting on MSN and trying to figure out where my class-mates are gonna stay tomorrow night, instead of being in Rieneck's basement singing Vår and drinking Keiler.
It's allright. I can manage for another day. I think. I thought. But now my feelings towards IMWe are even more mixed than before.
When will the develope an instant transporting plutonic machine? Or at least just a time machine...