By dose is stuffy.

(...and my teeth are shiny...lalala) <-- I told you I was braindead. Frank Zappa has taken over.

But I have stuff to do and places to go and will ignore that I am sick and spread my bacteriae all around *cough, sniff*

On a more pleasant note: I bought a truckload of CDs. (Pleasant depending on my ears' viewpoint, not my wallet's) Yesterday I went CD shopping because I felt like looking at the things I wanted to buy (amazon is too virtual sometimes) - but I was sorely disappointed.

They didn't have most of the CDs I wanted and those they did have were WAY more expensive than at amazon. (WAY meaning more than four Euros in one case). So I caved in and this morning sent off my order to the Amazon Gods. Yes, I am paying some people's salary. All by myself. If you have bread on the table, Mr and Mrs Amazon, it's me who put it there! Anyway, maybe it's stupid to buy CDs, I never ever listen to CDs and I could get half of the CDs I ordered copied by somebody else. Then again, I tend to lose copied CDs instantly or use them as coasters - they never last long. I lost both my Coldplay CDs AND my Muse CD - and I loved those. I only have The Strokes left because I never listened to it. Don't like The Strokes for some reason. Maybe I'd need to listen to it for some time. But I always have to think about their video and I hated them on sight. Bleurgh. Same with the White Stripes. Go away with your White Stripes album. I'm not listening to it.

But back to the subjects of CDs: Open the case, look at the booklet, read the song titles, pop it into the player on "Intro scan" and I am all around happy. Then I put the CD into "Benno", my trusty IKEA CD storage thingy and I never touch it again. Sometimes I discover one missing and am peeved. Like my Best of U2. If you have it you better slip it back into its little case secretly because if I catch you doing it I'll rip your head off. Or something. And while you're at it, take back your Jewel CD, because I sure as hell don't need two of those.

Hmm...maybe I should look through all my CDs and sell those I don't want on amazon so my expenses are covered...good plan, my man. I'll do that on Sunday. So here's the plan for my weekend:

Friday. Eat Schnitzel. Then go out. Cough a lot.
Saturday. Check if still alive. Go have breakfast. Shop. Meet the online soccer people (maybe - haven't heard anything so far). Cough some more. Go to birthday party (maybe - haven't heard anything so far) Gee, why is it that people wait until the last second to tell you when and where they are meeting?
Sunday. Check again, if still alive. Lie in bed and wait for better times. Sort CDs and sell stuff on amazon. Sneeze AND cough at the same time. Good times.

Stupid little game. Anonymous people with runny noses and slow reflexes last 11 seconds on this.

Colds

Colds are the stupidest illnesses ever. I mean, they hardly count as illness. If you have leprosy or if a crocodile bit your leg off, you get to call in and have everybody say: "Now SHE's really sick.". "I have a cold" on the other hand sounds really pathetic. You can't stay at home, because you're not really sick, but at work you're of no use whatsoever as your eyes threaten to pop out at any given moment and from your nose on upwards there's only a big sign: "Brain over".

beep beep beep beep

Great. I think I am getting sick. Just when my boss is back and wants to go over things with me I feel like a truck drove over me and can hardly keep my eyes open or concentrate. Gah. My head hurts, too. I want to go home and go to bed. But I can't, I have a date tonight with a friend who's leaving town. And tomorrow A. will arrive here. And on Friday I need to help a colleague with her computer. And on Saturday I have two engagements. I don't have time to be sick now. Why wasn't I sick the last three days when there was nothing to do and I just stayed home???

That and Real didn't win yesterday. Crap.

Bring your towel, just in case. And I want it to officially go on record that I love Sam Rockwell. If you haven't seen Galaxy Quest, you should. And By Grabthar's hammer, by the sons of Worvan, you shall be avenged.

Strange things are afoot...I feel like listening to The Darkness. What is happening? Surely the apocalypse must be nigh.

Interns

Mon: "Here's money, please go out and buy some stuff to put in the company fridge for next week. We're six people, so you might want to buy some lunch meat, cheese, fruit or something."
Intern: "OK."

So what's in our fridge now?

1 pack of salami
4 yoghurts

Hmmmmm.

I don't like bowling. Throw a ball, hit a pin. Throw a ball, don't hit a pin. Boy, how exciting. Yawn. Pretty expensive too. Bad food. Unfriendly service. Eye-popping decor. Apparently, everybody else likes bowling, though.

Thought of the day

The other day, somebody asked me why I wrote things on my blog. And I couldn't quite explain. "Is it the comments?" No. "Then why do you not just use a Word file and save your thoughts on the hard disk?" Well...I didn't quite know.

Today I thought about that again (I was out dancing with myself thinking all the while - I tend to do that). And I came up with a reason. Don't know if it's any good - it only contains four beers, though. It's not really original, though. Basically, it's like this: Lots of thoughts ramble through one's brain - usually pretty incoherently. Sometimes you ponder them for a while, sometimes you let them go. And sometimes you feel like writing them down so you don't forget. Now you can write those into your diary. But that's basically the same as keeping them in your head, only more organized. Of course organizing your thoughts is also a bonus of blogging, because if you want to write about something you actually need to think it through. To put vague thoughts to paper (virtual or not) usually requires some effort. With a diary, all that effort is basically wasted on oneself.

If you write thoughts down and publish them, though, it's like you release them to the world. That means you can share good thoughts and get rid of the bad thoughts. Which is probably why people (including me) tend to complain a lot on their blog. If you release a problem it's no longer yours alone. I guess some people actually do that to get comments - people telling them: "oh, it's not so bad - look at XYZ". Comfort and all that. But I think the act of telling alone relieves pretty much of the tension (if tension is the right word for it - it's more like not being alone in thinking about things).

Also, sharing your thoughts probably makes you feel less insignificant. You wrote something that people might like to read. In my case, it's actually not that important that someone actually does (though I like checking my stats file and I do appreciate comments). It's more important that someone MIGHT read them if they wanted to. If I just wrote them down for myself I could just as well let it be.

To get to the point where that's not really original - it's like a Pensieve. Put your thoughts out there - sometimes they get clearer, sometimes you get feedback, sometimes you don't. (Though a Pensieve is more like a diary as other people aren't really supposed to root around in it.)

Of course, sometimes I just write things to let people know or to actually elicit comments or to share something I found or just to blab about my day - or whatever. Can't attach deep meaning to everything I do. Most of the time it's probably crap. But then again, deep, meaningful moments are scarce in life anyway. And some I don't feel like publishing, some I do. Some people read, some they don't. Some get commented on, some just float around with not much attention directed towards them. Such is life. Does that make sense? It did somewhat when I was out there on the dance floor.