Feeling kind of queasy. Isn't there a saying: Vodka and beer, not a good idea? Well, there should be anyway.

And in case you need distraction: Eric Conveys Emotion.

I've been thinking about dreams today. The other day I was wondering why my dreams were always so boring. I would go to bed, fall asleep and dream I was getting up, hanging around, doing this and that, nothing happening. Then I'd wake up and my life was exactly the same. Granted, it's better than having nightmares, but I thought maybe I could at least dream of good things happening. Well, tonight, I had a really pleasant dream. I don't quite know what it was about (I'm bad at remembering dreams), I just know I was on vacation and really happy. And I woke up with this really happy feeling...and then it faded away and my life was still the same. Now I almost think that's worse than having boring dreams. At least then you don't feel like something's missing.

While that's kind of a sad thought, I had a pretty nice day, though, playing Backgammon in the park with Katrin. (I lost every single time..oh well, I need to get the hang of it I guess, I had never played it before.)

Had a girls' night out which was fun. We should do this more often. Went to this new place round the corner where the Adrenalin girls live. I don't quite know whether it's a really great place, the decoration was kind of strange and the barman obviously was suffering from Mobius Syndrome, but at least the beer was only 2.50€. Sidenote: I once heard you won't gain weight from beer but from eating too much when you're drunk. And while I'm not quite drunk I'm still seriously considering making pizza. NOOOOOO. Must..not...give..in...to...temptation...

Well, I'll better go to bed as tomorrow I'll wake up early (Slide-Ka-BLAM) anyway. Tomorrow is going to be good, though, as my Day of Solitude^TM actually accomplished getting some work done and I've sent the draft for my final paper to my tutor. So the only thing I have to do is mail Baby Olivia her Birthday present and maybe read some stuff.

I forgot: Googlism. It can be fun for hours on end.

Terrible Noise

I know I said I would disconnect the internet today so I could get some work done but I have to share with you that today they started working on our roof. Slide-Ka-BLAM. Slide-Ka-BLAM. Since 8 in the morning. I sincerely hope they will stop sometime around noon because I damn well can't concentrate with that noise. Now I'll make some espresso and wait for it to go away.The noise. Not the espresso.

Oleoleole

Now that I'm at it I might as well tell you that we saw a great football match yesterday. ManU won/lost (however you look at it) but when's the last time you got to see 7 goals in one match? Usually it's one goal then everybody starts milling about their own penalty zone looking bored. Was exciting, too, because ManU might just have made those extra goals they needed to stay in the Champions League. We blame it all on Alex Ferguson, or the lack of David Beckham ('ello, my name is David Beck'am) respectively. And please, join our quest for finding out where Stefan Effenberg lives and incapacitating his speech capability so we never have to listen to another one of his commentaries again.

Effenbergisms

"He's passing the ball to the middle, but he's not there to accept the ball"

Regarding a goal: "Sometimes the little things matter in a football game"

"The 3:2 reminds me of this other match where Real won 3:2"

"Well, ManU could still win but there's always Real to consider"

Plus, he looked like a zombie.

Today Is St. George's Day And Blog Money Day

a) St. George's Day

St. George`s Day. And "no celebrations"? I beg your pardon. There's the Ritual Dragon Slaying in Yorkshire. The Parade in Biggleswade. And Birmingham is really hopping it up with Morris Dancing and Susan Parkes (with piano). But alas, it's not a bank holiday. Why not change that and win some free beer in the process?? (You can also rejuvenate that outdated British Anthem on this site if you feel like it) So don't tell me the British don't know how to celebrate their national day. Just dress yourself for the occasion and party like it's 2003.

b) Blog Money Day

Yesterday money kept rolling in from every side. (Bonus points for you if you can tell me the musical.). Not only was the money from the credit card fraud returned (through the Amazing Mon's Voodoo Power^TM, obviously) but I got a note from the bank that I have some money waiting for me (that my parents saved but who's counting). So it's either a trip to Hawaii or I'll buy a diploma and save myself all the hassle.

Maybe it's the weather

My eyes feel really dry and are hurting. And my scalp hurts where anything touches the head. Was wearing sunglasses on my head today (ON the head because it started raining) and where they touched my head it hurt. I'm also rather non-energetic, bordering on apathetic. Then again, that might be mood-related because I am feeling terribly blah (as you probably noticed from my previous posts). Blah, blah, blah.

Like the Google page today, btw.

I don't know what's better...Feeling like you're doing everything wrong or feeling you're doing the right things but everything goes wrong anyway. In such cases I have coffee out of my "Someday we'll look back on this and it'll all seem funny" mug that Diana once gave to me for that reason. (Hi, Diana..Still haven't checked the rent account, mea culpa, but the Rotkreuzplatz is just so far away.)

Have Bohemian Rhapsody stuck in my head.

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go

A little high, little low

Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Maybe songs stuck in your head eventually turn into Queen songs. Like tapes that you leave in your car over the weekend infallibly turn into Queen tapes. (I've always seconded that idea. It happens, you know. Read the book, for pity's sake. Will enlighten you about many things, including Milton Keynes). Bismillah.

Some days I have the feeling that I am doing everything wrong that I can.

Happy Easter, everyone!

Went to my parents yesterday for the annual Easter Sunday visit. Received a mop as a present. While thoughtful and well-needed it did not really convey the old Easter Bunny spirit. But I did get some eggs. Kinder eggs, mostly. Which led to George Harrison in our kitchen. And now I've got "I Got my Mind Set on You" in my ear again.

Then I played chess with Paul. I'd like to think that George distracted me and that's why I lost 4 out of my 5 chess games. Yes, that's what I'd LIKE to think. Usually it went something like this:

I move a piece. "Do you REALLY want to do that?"

I take the move back as it's really stupid.

The pressure is put on really subtly with "Don't worry, you can STILL WIN!!"

I start sweating a lot and ponder my next move indefinitely.

Paul loses several brain cells that die of boredom. Amuses himself with George Harrison. (On occasion sings loudly).

I get nervous and start moving pieces that should never have been moved.

"Naaaaaah!!!"

lose every valuable piece including the queen, am chased over the board and end up with my king and a couple of pawns.

Paul has fun cornering the king with two extra queens, a rook and a bishop.

Paul wins.

But it was fun anyway (I know that sounds paradox but you CAN have fun while playing chess). And I can stick to the George Harrison story for as long as I want to. But we also had about two thousand cups of tea...and while it's scientifically proven you can never drink too much coffee, you obviously CAN drink too much tea. I did not sleep very much and feel like something a big bear chewed on. Ha. A Big Brown Bear Chew Toy. And I am supposed to go out riding my bike with Jessi. Don't know if I feel up to it. But I guess I should.