next time I’ll have that coffee and skip the misery

You wake up at 6 in the evening because you slept at 10 in the morning. Your sleeping schedule is too screwed up to bother thinking about it right now. Something’s not right, you had another weird dream. You think it’s a good idea to not have any coffee now because your new-found optimism suggests that this will help you sleep at a more appropriate time for a change.

You are wrong, not only will this not help but you will also be cranky for the rest of your waking hours. Admitting it is the first step and you, my sad, slow-thinking and profoundly clumsy self have become addicted to caffeine. All these coffee flavoured years of your life have come back to bite you in the ass but you’re not sorry you did it. In fact, you’d do it again.

You haven’t blogged for days and you haven’t shaved in as many. Your summer vacation has taken a weird and unexpected turn. Unexpected because you recently received some wonderful news which does not explain why you feel so miserable right now. You should be on a constant high.

The papers were congratulating you. You are now a scientist. Well, you’re a “Computer Scientist” but saying just “scientist” is funnier. This is another thing you haven’t told the internets. Your results were better than what you expected and you’ll be graduating next week. Hurrah! You realise that things will be different in your life from now on but then you remember.

“Oh…!” There was another envelope. You were offered a place at that Masters degree course you applied to. You feel like uni will never be over. You’ll be the eternal student having a heart attack while frantically trying to take notes of what the lecturer is talking about. Of course you’re complaining, it’s in your nature, and after this last year it’s become the only way you can communicate. You find things to complain about even when the news are great.

You realise you wrote a whole post referring to yourself in the second-person. You loathe yourself.

where am i?

Who are all these people walking around like zombies on speed? I hear yelling and cars are driving by with their horns screaming. There is a water fountain and a bunch of people are trying to cool themselves. The temperature keeps rising. It is meant to go up to 36C (96F) but it always gets hotter than what they predict. I am in Greece! I am here for holidays with my family and oh my is it hot! I am too used to the British climate and all this heat is making me tired. All I want to do is sleep.

I have been absent from the blog-world recently because I was all over the place. I spent last week seeing my friends and travelling to London and back. I had very little energy to blog when I got home and I haven’t caught up with other feeds in days.

I decided to come to Greece mostly because I want to spend as much time with my mum as possible. She is still very fragile, very swollen and taking medications with weird names but that is not what scares me. What scares me is how different she looks. She looks more alive than ever but her shaved head and the scars look unreal. She looks older in the way she moves and her hands shake. She wears a head scarf to protect herself. She is doing okay though, she can’t do much around the house. She is expected to fully recover though, according to the doctor. But it will take time.

In other news, today I will be going to see Linkin Park live! I have been a big fan of theirs since they first appeared and somehow I always managed to miss them when they played in the UK. Who would have thought I’d finally manage to see them live in Greece? Now, how I’m going to deal with going to a concert when it’s so hot out there, I don’t know. I’ll figure that out when the time comes.