musings of a neurotic mind

i am supposed to (re-)write what i think is the “postmodern condition” (according to lyotard) in relation to cyberspace for my thesis. sounds like a big deal of fun, doesn’t it? being tired seems to become one of my new standard condition at this time of the day. well, today i actually i have a valid excuse: i had to get up at 7:30 am to go to the doctor’s to get my annual flu shot and to have some blood drawn for my thyroid parameters. (no more slacking when it comes to thyroid check-up!) so i am stuck with lyotard and a fairly blank page on my screen right now…

i suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to blog instead of incorporating the (minor) corrections of my supervisor into my thesis. i don’t want to do that… right now. maybe later. i am tired. i want to watch the french news on TV5. i could listen to this guy named Ronald Guintrange for hours — although i do only understand a little what he actually talks about…

how comes that there are days when simply everything seems to go wrong although things started out really good? such a day was yesterday. i had an appointment with my supervisor (finally!), and things went really smoothly, it looks like everything is going to be fine in the end. but once i left the department and headed out on the street en route home, things started to go awry… i took the road to the highway (as always) only to discover that appr. 35 km of the “A2″ are closed due to whatever bizarre reason like changing light bulbs in the tunnels or so… great! as a result i ended up on the wrong lane and had to go 8 km in the wrong direction to get to the next exit and detour… and that was just the beginning… there was a huge traffic jam in and around Klagenfurt by that time and i was going bumper to bumper for almost an hour. oh isn’t it fun to be at the wrong place at the wrong time? *sighs*
np: Rolling Stones - 19th Nervous Breakdown

Vois comme la vie est éphémère
Comme les nuages
Juste un passage
Une goutte d’eau nécessaire
Au voyage
(Mylene Farmer - Vertige)

Weiter, weiter ins Verderben.
Wir müssen leben bis wir sterben.
(Rammstein - Dalai Lama)