Just another addiction

I might need therapy. Just today, I figured out that I do have a problem. Admitting it to myself wasn't easy, but I was finally able to do it. I can even say it out loud now: I am suffering from the compulsive need to change my desktop wallpaper every few minutes! ... Okay, it's actually only every few days, but still.... Being addicted to ever-new wallpapers is not healthy. First, I suspected I got all screwed-up by listening to a whole album of Daft Punk again. But I realized switching to Vivaldi didn't help either. Maybe it's the heat.....

Some people may say I just need a life. However, even having a life away from my desk doesn't help. I've tried everything: reading books, visiting other countries, dating, watching TV, having that often praised social life.... nothing will help! As soon as I'm alone and near my computer, I will change the look of the desktop. I fear I'm a lost case. Thankfully, I have blogging which is great therapy. I wish I could blog a bit more today, but I'll have to go. This computer screen needs some new wallpaper!

What the Wicked Witch of the West must have felt like

Okay, so I don't exactly know what the Wicked Witch of the West must have felt like when she melted. She melted because of water, I'm about to melt from all that heat. I furthermore will melt with grace as opposed to embarrassing myself by screaming, "I'm melting, ... melting!" If there's one thing you'd want to avoid while melting, it's drawing attention to yourself. Someone should have told that Wicked Witch about etiquette. I'm sure Miss Manners has mentioned the rules on correct melting behavior. Oh well....

I've been trying to find ways to stay cool at the moment. As this country is trying not to have constant blackouts, A/C is hardly to be found in private homes. So I'm left with sticking my head in the freezer for minutes at a time. I have also tried sleeping on a pillow I'd stuck in the freezer before. Unfortunately, this genius idea only sounded great for about two minutes during which the pillow adjusted to the sizzling temperature in my bedroom.

The better part of today saw me dogsitting in addition to trying not to melt. Smart dog slept spread out on our tiled kitchen floor. I wonder whether it would look funny if I took my frozen pillow and camped out in the kitchen tonight .... and maybe for the next few days. What I am sure of is that the sun is after me: I swear, when I was walking the dog today, a voice from the skies whispered, "I'll get you, my Pretty, and your little dog, too!"

Provincial Terrorism

Imagine you live in a relatively small town close to the Baltic Sea! Suddenly, people start seeing Men in Black sneaking around. You discover that all the manholes in town are welded shut (and, no, there's not been an alligator sighting or something equally "Lake Placid"-like ). Two weeks into all those strange events, the town is divided into zones. To make it easier on those "visual" people, the zones are called "red" and "yellow". The Red Zone is pretty much the whole town center and nobody but a chosen 1,000 people (that's a 5th of my imaginary readers!!!) is allowed in. Too bad you are not among the chosen ones (probably because of that stick of chewing gum you stole when you were 8). Even worse that you actually live in the first street off Town Square. You're happy it's actually summer and two or three nights under a bridge surely build character.
Every business in the Red Zone: cafes, restaurants, law practices, doctor's offices, stores ... I said "every business", right? So every business can pretty much close down for two days. All this happens: your whole town is shut down. An Alien Invasion? Kind of. ... Please welcome the President of the United States of America, George W. Bush, to Stralsund, Germany! .... And they wonder why nobody in town (but the Kempinski Hotel who housed half of the United States, it seems) was happy.... (it does explain the naming of the "zones", however. Big words needed to be avoided!) Well, we know International Terrorism is everywhere .... and if Bin Laden has lived in a cave somewhere between Afghanistan and Pakistan for years, there's always the chance he's moved into the sewer system of Stralsund now.