Sandstone

Have you ever felt so tired that every muscle in your body tells you that it's time to take a break? Every muscle aches and you find out you have muscles you never even knew about (because that high school biology teacher focused more on dividing bacteria than human anatomy). That's not my case now, but it's close to it. I can feel my back muscles, from the bottom all the way up to my shoulders, some odd diagonal ab muscles (who knew about those?) and some very soft muscles that i wouldn't really want to mention because they belong on that tiny bike seat. You know what i mean. The reason why all the people who take part in bike contests wear those ridiculous padded pants that make them look like they just dumped one into their spandex shorts. It's great, though. Moving, even in winter, in this dirty, muddy town (it's not a city...) is essential for the body and the mind. I feel so tired and so good and so crazy for starting on all of these projects...

I bought a pair of lights for my bike today. And also got a pair of really old (i'd say vintage) rolls of wallpaper that i'll use to make some boxes or who knows what. They're pretty. Pretty simple. They look like kitchen tiles. Not the most inspired design, i should say. But they cost almost nothing (well, not quite nothing, 5$ is not nothing in my book), but they have a few good meters in them.

The flowers i started on Saturday are all scattered on my work table, unfinished. They're waiting for the end to come (and for me to get a break and actually have some time to finish them). Now i should be working on that translation, but my brain is shutting down and i can't concentrate any more. I think that 5 hours watching ethanol evaporate at a rate of 0.0001 g per minute is way too tiring for me to be able to function correctly at this hour. I still have to read my presentation out loud. I haven't yet had a chance to do it (read: i didn't actually want to do it), but tomorrow i have to hold it in front of everyone in my lab, meaning three people. Not a big deal, unless it's a half hour speech, in which case it is an enough of a deal. I couldn't do the 'wake up and read stuff out loud for 10 minutes every day' in the past two days. I think i must start with something, though. Somehow push myself to take the leap and at least read for 1 minute next morning. That doesn't seem like such a big challenge now, does it? Just like i started with 5 push-ups. I got to 15 in around two weeks, i'm a lazy person. But still, i had never been able to do 15 push-ups in my entire life. Because i had never wanted to. And i still do them some evenings when i don't feel so cold and tired. But since it's winter and my room has the tendency to be hot as hell 1 meter above the floor and cold like hell below that 1 meter, it kind-of sucks doing push-ups on the cold floor. It's not at all pleasant. Or inviting. So that's that.

I know that if i start with 1 minute i can grow it to 2 minutes the next day. Just like any exercise. Then add 1 minute each day until i get to a reasonable time that gets me energized (brain-wise) and doesn't waste too much of my morning time (which, fortunately, i can stretch however i want, the results matter, not me being at x sharp in the lab).

There are 100 words left and i don't feel like there is much more for me to say. I'm becoming a bit colder every day. I had another dream with my favorite dream character, that elusive guy that now would only show me a locksmith in Prague if i had some money. Of course i had money, who do you think i am, going to Prague without money. The funny thing is that it didn't look at all like Prague. I know that because i've been there. Nothing at all. It looked more like Alba-Iulia than anything. And i found a building, something like a train station with an amphitheater inside, with light yellow concrete/sandstone benches and a commercial was running on a big screen, with Stela Popescu showing me how she lost her belly fat. That was disturbing in so many ways. Then this guy somehow made it into that room and i started following him. Thankfully, he led me out a big wooden door, like the ones in old, huge cathedrals. The alarm broke off my pretty dream with a brutal sound. Maybe in a few months i'll see him again. Maybe one day i'll even meet this person who's been haunting my dreams since i was a kid (he doesn't get older, only i do...), just like it happened with two places that i've dreamt about.