the darkness

ex-view

monday evenings are good. they stand for closeness to the coming weekend. they symbolize "hey, the worst is over.". regardless of four more real-life days to come before the weekend.
the little finger is recuperating but i am being a bit of a sissi about it. i have to keep on telling myself it's only a cut. i wash my hair as if my whole arm were broken. i guess it's the still very vivid memory of the cutting-moment that makes me so oversensitive. everything happening inside the body we somehow abstract. but cuts come from the outside and - you know what i mean?
anyway. listen to santi + mr. mehdi's "lights out". myspace.com/djmehdi
what shall i watch tonight?
went looking for presents today but lost all my feeling halfway through. you know when you get to the point when: it's in the afternoon but dark outside, people around you drink glühwein, the tchibo-prozente-shop is full of crying babies, you are carrying two (uni-motivated) bags already, you are hungry, people around you are too many people around you.
the point when you go home and love your pyjamas and privacy and food and laptop and music.

have a nice evening.