Samstag, 31. Januar 2009
Hangover
Mit genug Zeit (zum Beispiel einem freien Samstag) kann ein Kater durchaus etwas entspannendes haben. Ich rede jetzt nicht von diesen fiesen Katern der Sorte "Bitte lass mich sterben", komplett mit Magensäure auskotzen und Schüttelfrost, nein, sondern von diesen nettten Katern; die einfach den Kopf ausschalten und einen leicht schwindelig machen - und mit unfassbaren Hunger auf Süsses oder Fettiges versehen. Das hat dann schon etwas von früher, als man Grippe nur vorgetäuscht hat damit Mutter oder die Freundin Hühnersuppe kocht und leckeren Saft ans Bett bringt. Einfach mal ne Auszeit von der Welt nehmen. Naja. Ich geh jetzt auf jeden Fall eine Dose Häagen-Dazs "Strawberry Cheesecake"-Eis kaufen und plane den Rest des Tages nichts weiter als Yann Tiersen zu hören und Bücher zu lesen. Auf Wiedersehen.
Freitag, 23. Januar 2009
Fear of flying
Here we go again. In an aluminium tube, travelling at 10,000 feet and at bullet speed. And the only thing preventing us from tumbling uncontrollable into certain death is our believe in physics and that burning dinosaur bones generates enough thrust to keep the goddamn thing in the air.
I've already ordered a Jim Beam with Coke from the trolley dolley, and The Haunted are blaring from my headphones and are annoying me seat neighbour; but I have to keep my mind occupied, otherwise I'll go definitively and completely crazy. Every little movement of the plane makes me grab the armrest as firmly as I can, cold sweat it dripping from my forehead. Like Mr. T., I'd need a anaesthetic to make me fall asleep. I've already tried: Valium, Marihuana, beer, whisky, meditation techniques and herbal tea. Nothing works. Maybe joining the mile-high club would distract me enough to make it through the flight. But occupying the toilet on a plane for hours and hours? I'm past that age and performance by now, so until my health insurance is paying a shrink to heal me, I'll depend on drinking. Drinking on trains. It takes longer, yes, but was has been good enough for the people 100 years ago can't be bad for me today. At least they have free Wi-Fi on most trains these days.
I've already ordered a Jim Beam with Coke from the trolley dolley, and The Haunted are blaring from my headphones and are annoying me seat neighbour; but I have to keep my mind occupied, otherwise I'll go definitively and completely crazy. Every little movement of the plane makes me grab the armrest as firmly as I can, cold sweat it dripping from my forehead. Like Mr. T., I'd need a anaesthetic to make me fall asleep. I've already tried: Valium, Marihuana, beer, whisky, meditation techniques and herbal tea. Nothing works. Maybe joining the mile-high club would distract me enough to make it through the flight. But occupying the toilet on a plane for hours and hours? I'm past that age and performance by now, so until my health insurance is paying a shrink to heal me, I'll depend on drinking. Drinking on trains. It takes longer, yes, but was has been good enough for the people 100 years ago can't be bad for me today. At least they have free Wi-Fi on most trains these days.
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