While people in Somalia are starving to death, people in Lybia facing all sorts of challenges and hurricane Irene is clashing down on the US, I am here in safe and sound Austria. I whine because I cant sleep, because I dont have a boyfriend and because I feel so left out on what life has to offer. As usual it is what we dont have that we want. I am only human, too. So this weekend I am laying around like some psychopath, thinking thinking thinking and pitying myself. Hurray!

In my spare breaks from this busy weekend schedule, I manage to squeeze in some reading. I never thought that I would like Barbara Wood, but I do, immensely! I am reading Green City in the Sun, it is so good, I can barely put it away! Totally different writing style from what I normally read, but so addictive. I can already see myself buying all of her books! 😀

This past week, I had three skin biospies done, as suggested by the doctor in Graz, whom I already met at my Reha in Bad Gleichenberg three years ago, the world is small. They call it skin punches. Its like a cookie cutter. They give you shots to make the area numb, but I still felt way too much for my own liking. So now I have one stitch in every punch, and that for another eight days. They removed one prurigo knot and did two immunofluorescences. I am worried about the scars. 😕 See how good I am in pitying myself. PMS = Poor Me Syndrom. Nevermind those steroids that send me on a constant search for food! POOR ME!

This past week was oh so hot. I think I will give Internet Dating another chance. I refuse to believe that I am bound to be alone for the rest of my life. Must get my act together. Maybe my coming up appointment at the psychosomatic outpatient clinic (another oh so fabulous idea from the Dr at Graz) will help in getting the self esteem boost that is needed. I know I am a good person, the male world just now needs to see it too!

I found a brilliant Podcast a few days ago. Suggested for all german speakers: Einschlaf Podcast, love it. It makes laying wide awake at night so much more pleasant when you can listen to a soothing voice reading Kant.

Oh well, better lay down again. please note the ironic undertone in this entry