I woke up this morning with a headache. I think it’s the stress, and maybe a little bit of hangover and high/low pressure change in the weather. So I’ve spent my day lying in bed, feeling pathetic and talking on the phone with about everyone who would pick up the phone or call me back. After Natalia called and reproached me, though, I poured up a bath and added some bath oil in the water. Orange blossoms. It was supposed to be harmonizing. And I guess it was, lying there in the heat, reading Our tragic universe by Scarlett Thomas. My head doesn’t ache anymore and I feel all soft and limp in my body. Could be a lack of food too, Natalia told me to get a bath and then cook something really tasty, but I only did one of those things. It’s just that kind of day.
I don’t think there is going to be any point to this text, so I’ll just go on telling some other odd bits and pieces from my life.
A couple of months ago, Kirke made me install this app on my smartphone called Quizkampen. It’s a Swedish game app with questions ranging from science to entertainment and media, and you play against your friends duels. I like board games like that too, Trivial Pursuit and Who wants to be a millionaire. Well, now I’ve become addicted to this app, I always have a couple of games going and I’m starting to feel that I’ve replaced my compulsive texting of strange and quirky messages to people who appreciate it to varying degrees with inviting them to play quizzes with me. It doesn’t help that I’ve turned out to be pretty good at it. Excepting the sports and TV game questions, I’m pretty solid. God, I shouldn’t indulge these kinds of pseudo-communication. I should finish my thesis, and then get a new life project.
Finally, rain! I’ve been waiting for this release for the entire day.
And now it’s pouring. Oh, I’ll have to take a walk later. There are few things that are better than the smell of a real spring rain, with the taste of wet earth and flowers in the air.
I’ve been thinking more about the writing about Liberia stuff. The thing is, now it’s more than a month since I came home and I feel I don’t even know what to write about anymore. Who would be interested anyway?
I guess I feel kind of uninspired today.
Katja Malmborg 