Watching "German Pop Idol". Commercial break. Dieter Bohlen says: Text message this number and you'll get free pizza. Text message sent. Free pizza delivered. Joy and happiness all around!
Saturday, February 21, 2004
Friday, February 20, 2004
Thursday, February 19, 2004
Sleeping Beauty
I am kind of worried because I am so tired all the time. I constantly fall asleep even in the unlikeliest of situations. Once I fell asleep on the couch while somebody was visiting us (sorry, K.), once I fell asleep while I was talking to somebody on the net (sorry, P.) and yesterday I barely managed to hang up the phone before I fell asleep (sorry, A., was I getting incoherent?). Wasn't the phone call that tired me for sure, because that was rather interesting and showed me there's worse things than cats peeing all over your room...
Anyway. I sincerely hope it has nothing to do with the thyroid as I can't go to my thyroid doctor anymore. He only takes patients with private insurance. And I am not allowed in the private insurance anymore as I don't earn enough money. Honestly, this pisses me off, too. If I want to pay an assload of money for private insurance, why is it the state's business to say that I can't? Now I have to pay the public insurance, the stupid fee for visiting the doctor AND money for private additional insurance AND money, to ensure I ever get back into the private insurance. (They wouldn't take me again if I didn't keep my spot, as my thyroid condition won't pass their entrance health test). Which also adds to an assload of money minus the cushiony comfort that is private insurance. Bleh.
Keeping myself awake through loads of coffee. Maybe I should just drink gallons of the stuff. Yum. C-O-F-F-E-E. It's the nectar of gods. Or something.
At least I can look forward to next week when I was promised a visit from somebody I haven't seen in a long time *dances the dance of meeting old friends* Yay!!
I am kind of worried because I am so tired all the time. I constantly fall asleep even in the unlikeliest of situations. Once I fell asleep on the couch while somebody was visiting us (sorry, K.), once I fell asleep while I was talking to somebody on the net (sorry, P.) and yesterday I barely managed to hang up the phone before I fell asleep (sorry, A., was I getting incoherent?). Wasn't the phone call that tired me for sure, because that was rather interesting and showed me there's worse things than cats peeing all over your room...
Anyway. I sincerely hope it has nothing to do with the thyroid as I can't go to my thyroid doctor anymore. He only takes patients with private insurance. And I am not allowed in the private insurance anymore as I don't earn enough money. Honestly, this pisses me off, too. If I want to pay an assload of money for private insurance, why is it the state's business to say that I can't? Now I have to pay the public insurance, the stupid fee for visiting the doctor AND money for private additional insurance AND money, to ensure I ever get back into the private insurance. (They wouldn't take me again if I didn't keep my spot, as my thyroid condition won't pass their entrance health test). Which also adds to an assload of money minus the cushiony comfort that is private insurance. Bleh.
Keeping myself awake through loads of coffee. Maybe I should just drink gallons of the stuff. Yum. C-O-F-F-E-E. It's the nectar of gods. Or something.
At least I can look forward to next week when I was promised a visit from somebody I haven't seen in a long time *dances the dance of meeting old friends* Yay!!
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
Monday, February 16, 2004
Today I came home from work and discovered the cats had peed over everything in my room. Yikes! If you knew the state my room was in you know that was a ton of work. Then I got a call requesting my presence for a party. I declined politely with my hands full of cat piss and had to listen to be called unspontaneous. Unspontaneous my ass.
"You don't care about meeting your friends!" Hello?
"I am sorry, but I have to clean my room as my cats peed over everything."
"What cats?"
The cats I have had for a year now and if you cared about meeting your friends you'd know that. Dumbass. Pissed me off, that did.
Three hours later and my room is clean. Two more loads to go into the washer and the last traces of cat's urine will be gone. Phew. At least I have pictures to prove the state of my room in case it gets chaotic again. See and marvel at the wonder that is my floor:
That is all. Thank you very much.
"You don't care about meeting your friends!" Hello?
"I am sorry, but I have to clean my room as my cats peed over everything."
"What cats?"
The cats I have had for a year now and if you cared about meeting your friends you'd know that. Dumbass. Pissed me off, that did.
Three hours later and my room is clean. Two more loads to go into the washer and the last traces of cat's urine will be gone. Phew. At least I have pictures to prove the state of my room in case it gets chaotic again. See and marvel at the wonder that is my floor:
That is all. Thank you very much.
Sunday, February 15, 2004
Well, that was Valentine's Day. I went shopping and I wondered about the amount of flower shops that were open. Are there really that many men who buy flowers for their girlfriends/wives? Are there? Anyone? Anyone?? Bueller??? Note: Not to be meant as a criticism, I'm just wondering. Though women like to get flowers but rarely do. YMMV.
Other than that, I bought a gazillion of books. Here they are:
I've read one of them yesterday while soaking in the tub:Inger Alfvén: Vier Töchter. Didn't like it that much. I thought the mother was schizophrenic and pretended to be two people. After I was finished, I read the blurb and that said she actually had another daughter. Not her split personality. Duh. Maybe I'm just stupid, bit I think it was confusing and deliberately "psychological" which I hate. If you want it, drop me a note and I'll send it to you. For free. If there's another book of the above you're interested in, tell me as well, maybe I'll hate it and you can have it.
Today I am resolved to read the Trapp family's mother's autobiography (a lot of genitives in that sentence). Going to see a football game, too.
And I'll eat the rest of the food that I prepared in my wok. I really like my little wok - cooking in it is so easy. Found a good recipe site as well: www.leckerbisschen.de that features Thai recipes. I made Gäng Pad Gai (chicken curry with coconut milk). Yum. That was on Friday. We were supposed to get together and play games but somehow that never worked out. I vaguely had the feeling that my guests were expecting to get more entertainment than I provided. I sometimes get that and I don't really know what to do then and get cranky. Cranky's not good for entertainment, so I guess that's kind of a vicious circle.
But I am in rather a cranky mood (again) at the moment. I hope it'll pass sometime. I wonder where it came from. Maybe it's the aftermath from the questionnaire thing last week (don't ask). Maybe Ginger Ale works against that (I have a bottle in front of me, that's why I'm typing this, just stream-of-consciousness-typing that makes no real sense). Yesterday we used the Ginger Ale to produce fake Caipirinha which was quite good but didn't agree with my roommate. So I guess Valentine's Day was a mixed success.
Other than that, I bought a gazillion of books. Here they are:
I've read one of them yesterday while soaking in the tub:Inger Alfvén: Vier Töchter. Didn't like it that much. I thought the mother was schizophrenic and pretended to be two people. After I was finished, I read the blurb and that said she actually had another daughter. Not her split personality. Duh. Maybe I'm just stupid, bit I think it was confusing and deliberately "psychological" which I hate. If you want it, drop me a note and I'll send it to you. For free. If there's another book of the above you're interested in, tell me as well, maybe I'll hate it and you can have it.
Today I am resolved to read the Trapp family's mother's autobiography (a lot of genitives in that sentence). Going to see a football game, too.
And I'll eat the rest of the food that I prepared in my wok. I really like my little wok - cooking in it is so easy. Found a good recipe site as well: www.leckerbisschen.de that features Thai recipes. I made Gäng Pad Gai (chicken curry with coconut milk). Yum. That was on Friday. We were supposed to get together and play games but somehow that never worked out. I vaguely had the feeling that my guests were expecting to get more entertainment than I provided. I sometimes get that and I don't really know what to do then and get cranky. Cranky's not good for entertainment, so I guess that's kind of a vicious circle.
But I am in rather a cranky mood (again) at the moment. I hope it'll pass sometime. I wonder where it came from. Maybe it's the aftermath from the questionnaire thing last week (don't ask). Maybe Ginger Ale works against that (I have a bottle in front of me, that's why I'm typing this, just stream-of-consciousness-typing that makes no real sense). Yesterday we used the Ginger Ale to produce fake Caipirinha which was quite good but didn't agree with my roommate. So I guess Valentine's Day was a mixed success.
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