I should be 1) writing my paper, 2) preparing the presentation for Friday, or 3) reading homework for Thursday. Instead all I feel like doing is sitting on the couch, wrapped in as many layers as possible. Not exactly down, just feeling a bit displaced.
I mean, I love snow, don’t get me wrong - only it hasn’t really snowed all that much and I’m supposed to be writing on my paper…
We have the heat up pretty much as high as it goes, but our radiators don’t seem to work properly (plus our windows are 30+ years old and badly isolated) and it’s only about 18°C in the apartment. My preferred room temperature would be more like 22-24 degrees… Have I mentioned recently how easily I get cold? I mean, I’m wearing two pairs of socks, my poncho, and am wrapped in a blanket drinking hot tea most of the time - and still I’m cold… It would be funny, except how the hell am I supposed to type and be focussed when my fingers are turning into icicles?
I guess I’ll just re-read the novel for my paper, so I don’t feel like a complete cop-out. Bah.
Also, this week’s Unconscious Mutterings:
Kleine Morgengymnastik
Ich stehe mit dem
richtigen Fuss auf,
öffne das Fenster
meiner Seele,
verbeuge mich
vor allem, was liebt,
wende mein Gesicht
der Sonne entgegen,
springe ein paar Mal
über meinen Schatten
und lache mich gesund.
Small morning exercise
I stand up
with the right foot,
open the window
to my soul,
bow down
before everything that loves,
turn my face
towards the sun,
jump a couple of times
over my shadow,
and laugh myself healthy.
I’m not sure all the German metaphors translate. But I tried.
Unrelated: I made the mistake of buying chocolate marshmellows (at least that’s what tells me it’s called in English) for me and my brother, so now I can’t stop eating them. 
Should be working on a presentation I have on Wednesday, but thought I’d share a song I’ve adored for years: Under the Milky Way by 80’s Aussie band The Church. Also, as an extra, Sleeping with Butterflies from Tori Amos’ upcoming album The Beekeeper (release date: Feb 21, 2005).
And this week’s Unconscious Mutterings:
Is there anything more fun than watching ‘Diet Trials’ while eating chips and chocolate?
Came home from Museumsnacht (where I had a lovely time with Sibylle) around 12.30 and fell asleep after finishing Neil Gaiman’s Smoke and Mirrors around 2.30, wishing desperately not to wake up at my usual time - and when I opened my eyes it was 9.13! Whee!
In case you think I’m exaggerating - just keep in mind that I haven’t slept longer than 8.30 (which happened only, like, twice) since I came back from New Zealand/Australia in October 2003. No kidding. So this is really exciting for me.
Not in a very good mood. Probably partly the weather and partly the remnants of my cold, which is still plaguing me somewhat. Tonight’s open night at all museums in Basel, which Sibylle and I always go to, but truth be told I’m not really in the mood for crowds. But I don’t know if I can call this off, seeing as it’s only once a year. This is the first time I’ve felt like this in weeks, so I guess I should be grateful.
Unrelated - a number of total strangers have signed up for my Birthday Alarm. That kind of irritates me, since I don’t really see the sense in it. If you’ve come through this blog, would you mind stepping forward and letting me know? Would be cool!
Because I’ve been sick the last few days I’m currently trying to read about 200 pages of Freud’s ‘Traumdeutung’ for tomorrow. Already read my homework for today and the dream chapter of Dostoyevki’s ‘Schuld und Sühne’ (too lazy to look up the English titles, sorry *g*), which is also for tomorrow’s class. What the heck did the teacher think, hm? Anyway I don’t think I’ll manage to read everything - or if I do, it’ll be skimming without much actually getting through.
But first - time for lunch. I’m by myself today, since my parents are at some meeting and my brother’s got a soccer tournament. It’s kinda nice, actually.
Had a really really awesome time with my friends - they’re a great bunch of people and we had loads of fun, just talking, talking, talking (and eating *g*). And that with my voice completely gone - it all was just a tad quieter than normal… There might be pictures later, actually.
Today, my voice was back, btw - sadly, that was only because the cold has moved to my head, and I felt actually much worse than yesterday. So, all in all, it was good timing - it’d have sucked majorly if I’d felt as sick as I talked like last night! Therefore I’ve been taking things easy today - did a bit of cleaning up, and then basically curled up in bed with my brandnew New Zealand sheepskin, result of three of my friends joining and fulfilling this secret wish of mine. The only thing I did, really, was to write a review of ‘Alexander’ for my brand-new movie blog (which I’ll be sharing with my brother, movie geek extraordinaire *g*). Btw, you can find links to all my interest-related pages on the right, under About: Life. Just sayin’…
I must say, I’m so glad that my mom called around for me (because there was no chance that I could talk on the phone) and found a someone to fill in for me at work today. Hopefully I’ll be back on my feet tomorrow for the new week - but most of all I’m just so happy that my birthday party turned out to be so much fun, despite everything. Major love to all of my fabulous guests, should you by any chance read this… *hugs*