31.10.05

How Do You Say Relapse in Croatian? 

Can't you believe, nothing is real... Can't you see, I cannot feel...

I don't know what I want, and is a prerequisite.

Take me away...

I want, for the lack of a better word, to give up.

Bury me in the sand...

What I want is the strength to kill myself.

'Cause after all these years I am still the same, a sad and bitter man...

That is the only fear I truly wish to conquer.

Crush my hope, grow my hate, there's no home for me...

I must stop doubting that.

Nothing to give, nothing to say, so tell me it's a dream...

30.10.05

Eleven 

The too-long-awaited Robert Jordan's Knife of Dreams is here. Dare I read?

29.10.05

DST 

When a Saturday feels like a Friday... At least the night will be an hour longer.

28.10.05

Shhh... 

Just listen...

27.10.05

Must Be in Croatian 

Po shumama i gorama
Nashe zhupanije ponosne...

25.10.05

Triumph of Evil 

Today, in an unusual way... I actually wrote a report. I'm so proud of myself!

24.10.05

Anode Particle Pulse 

I've had a novel thought today. I seem to be an impulsive person. Now that I think about it, I've done very few things which required prolonged engagements. And many things I can think of doing I've done on the moment's whim. Me, impulsive. Wow.

23.10.05

More Knowledge 

I've also learned that the Ripper Drone is evil. But that is beside the point.

Knowledge 

I've learned something today... One shouldn't use a pointed knife to scoop spread out of a plastic cup.

22.10.05

Classics 

Now that the excitement has worn off...

I really like Robert Heinlein's work. But there are two things that annoy me about his writing. Firstly, sometimes he gets lost in philosophical ramblings, and that happens at the expense of the story. And secondly, his heroes are usually supermen, who do all kinds of extraordinary things, disguised as average Joes. Which is kind of frustrating... But I still like him much more than Asimov or Clarke.

21.10.05

Head 

Hurts. Pains. Aches. The body feels detached.

Igor is raping me.

OOo 2 is out! I'm so excited!

20.10.05

Back 

And everything seems to be working.

17.10.05

Redecoration 

A break for a day or two... I'm changing things.

16.10.05

Friends 

It's always nice to be reminded why one has stopped talking to people...

15.10.05

The Return 

I've got a new kind of pills. They're orange. Like baked clay pottery.

Is truth orange? Or does it come in baked clay jars?

There's a corner ahead, and I can see around it. I see what's waiting there.

13.10.05

Mid Slot 

I also seem to consider myself wealthy.

12.10.05

Somewhat 

I think I'm prone to delayed reactions.

11.10.05

[Insert Title Here] 

The first idea was a bad idea.

The second idea I forgot.

The spider in my bathroom is retarded.

10.10.05

zzzZZZzzzZZZzzz 

Not the best of days... But it did bring insight.

9.10.05

Sunday Again 

A real one thins time... A new week tomorrow. Back to work. Another visit to the doctor. Then the Good Witch on Tuesday. Then the Wizard again on Wednesday. And then... Who knows.

8.10.05

Sunday 

Again, it's not. But it just means I get to have two Sundays in a row...

7.10.05

Saturday 

No, it's not. But it feels like one.

Also, if I were the King of England, I'd be afraid to go to Florida.

6.10.05

Buoy 

This has been a very satisfying day. I have absolutely no idea why. Not that I care, I'll enjoy it.

5.10.05

Walking in the Rain 

I officially have a job again. I think I'll even get a better salary. I'll even be going back to work on Monday.

Work... I forgot what that looks like. I forgot what walking looks like, too. And not getting enough sleep. Well, I'll be reminded soon enough.

4.10.05

Eww! 

Carla Del Ponte taketh, Carla Del Ponte giveth... Croatia has started negotiations with the EU, and I'll be short-term rich again!

But it also means I'll be paying VAT on onilne services in a few years, though... And I don't even want to think what it'll do to real-estate prices.

3.10.05

Gray 

A day worthy of spending in bed. And a Monday, at that!

2.10.05

Linkage 

Switching this blog to ad-free hosting would definitely deprive me of a source of amusement. Google's parsing bot really has some interesting ideas on what my words are about. I've advertised things ranging from metal music shops (understandable, considering the I'm-listening footers), beers and pubs (the beer-tasting trip to England), maternity supplies (I said diapers twice), to self-help and psychological sites (the dark times). But why I am now advertising online Hogwarts and Diagon Alley, I have no idea.

Reality Twisted 

The last weekend was a year ago. The one before has faded. What was I doing three weeks ago? Has it been three weeks already? Only?

One more week to go. It'll probably last forever, too, and that is good. As long as I don't think, don't feel, things should be fine. Keeping the mind blank is the key.

I wonder how long can I stay like that...

1.10.05

A Saturday Night 

Beer!