990 - from my blue bed, with love

I am voiceless, again. Welcome funny whispering days. Only not funny hahaha.

My apartment is a good illustration of my life, all things scattered. A banana peel in bed. If ever I am going to slide on that I am guaranteed to land on a soft spot.

Time flies

And what nasty kinda insect that is!

Labels

One of the writing techniques they taught us back in school was the continuous flow. Here goes. I assume it's going to look more like a labels list, than anything else. And it's only half continuous, as I am doing other stuff too. Films, many movies, My Own Private Idaho, half way through The Incredible watched for the second time, the latest Harry Potter in the theater, old movies, neighborhood movies, no books, A Long Way down taking a long way to be finished, vodka and black berry, you can make it strong, you can drink a lot, vodka takes longer to get out of your body, I am waking up tomorrow at six, I have not prepared anything for my meetings.

Back to regular editing, minutes after. The biggest modern day frustration arises when making the wrong choices and no back up plan actually works. Like when you have n suitors; you will plan something with the most desirable, but when something comes up you will go to the next down the line and so on. Frustration is when get to the end of that line and still no date. That is a plain example of life is a bitch, then you die.

Honie Donnie. Pussy Donnie!

That stands for "Honey, Danny", and "Kisses, Danny" (Puszi).

Why am I ready to reconsider my Hungarian heritage? Apart from the obvious reasons, like my father being a Hungarian, well it's these last visits to Budapest, where the city is breathable, has bicycle lanes, the people are clean, polite, and trendy, the service starts with a smile and continues with "Is everything OK?", and the roads and sidewalks don't have the wholes the size of a broken leg, the one thousand and one cafes are cool, and the waiters have designer haircuts and bodies to die for.

So I promise better accounts my past two weeks. First I have to clean a bit the pigsties my residence has gradually turn into during my repeated absences.

Airport born

Happily reporting from Otopeni, on my way to the island of music. It's been quite a hectic endeavor so far. managed to do pretty much everything on my to do list, the rest will be fixed by a couple of calls later. I don't have Vava's cam, I have Mazi's. I don't have batteries, so we'll see about the pictures. Last time the camera played tricks on me because of the batteries.

So, I woke up, not feeling rested nor 100% up to it, missing a piece of luggage, now I have a monster one. It contains my tent, mattress and sleeping bag, among other personal items under the same "roof". So I started to score and check one thing after the other on my list, and one moment I was thinking I cannot possibly make it, the other, oh yeah sure I will. I included here the daily internet procrastination, no coffee mug this time.

The house was left devastated... not a nice place to return as such, but I will have to do something about that as I am due another interview on Sunday. At home this time, the other was in the office.

A last word of warning, never say never. Just when I was releasing a sigh "Finally I am on my way to the airport, and I should make it in time", somebody's car had a minor explosion. For a couple of seconds I saw myself running to railway station... Again, not really up to it.

Low cost is low cost, a check-in was a min-nightmare, but I am really on my way to the departure gate, so what can stop me now? I don't remember where my anti-fever pills are, so maybe a sneaky virus. Hope not.

Finally, within the entire madness, T has sent the sweetest sms "Drive carefully". Well, I didn't have to. I miss you, and maybe my flight too if I linger long enough.

Zbyes!

Options

Life is full of options. Like when your toilet is leaking, you can worry, or you can thank God for duct tape, you can call the plumber, or you can start building a raft.

I know for a fact my boss doesn't care for all these options. She called me late last night to appoint me for these meetings she was going to skip, with me now replacing her. My squicky voice and toilet were not at all convincing.

So right now I am getting ready for the meetings, all dressed up. I have placed an ashtray under the fix and I am praying the dripping rate is slow enough to allow me to return home and empty the ashtray before too late.

And today's musings are

How do you know you have too many books close to enough books? When you back hurts. Reading them is an entirely different question.

I have slept like a tombstone.

I think it is more convenient to be undecided, everyone knows decisions can be tough to take, make and keep. I should be considered armed and dangerous.

I'm reigning over a sea of little things. Some exasperate me, some I cannot do without. Mostly, they own me. I have decided to throw away the rest and give a bath to the clothes. Blasphemy when I stepped on my current reading. Red alert, book on the floor in the doorway. Please send in the troops, the cleaning ladies squad to the rescue. Muscles I had no idea the human body actually posses now hurt like hell. And still the kitchen and bathroom are soon to be declared biohazardous war liabilities.