I’ve watched the first season of Grey’s Anatomy twice in two days. I can do that, because I am ill. Being ill does funny things to your perspective on life. I’ve never been someone who lives their life by the day; I was always rather a “live the future, miss out on today” kind of person. Until two days, ago, that is. I’m living from one tissue to the next now. My blurry eyes only allow me to see as far as my nightstand, which is good, because that is where my tissues are. At the moment, the only thing that concerns me about the future is that I will possibly run out of the huge winter edition box of tissues I bought only yesterday.

These past days, after watching GA, La fille qui tourne les pages, Transamerica and about a dozen episodes of Friends, I’ve been trying some reading. I’m actually not quite getting into the last Harry Potter. Somehow, somewhere between book nr. 6 and now I stopped caring whether the little goodygoody will get his underage ass beaten by Voldemort or not. I’m getting along better with Felix Göpel’s Mit dem Fahrrad zur WM, which tells the story of two guys with a much more healthy goal: travelling from Berlin, Kreuzberg to university – in India. By bike. On the road, they change their minds and decide to head for the world football championship in Japan instead. Isn’t that a fine example of how things go with carefully worked out plans for the future?

I’ve stopped working out plans for a few days now. I’m not seizing the day, either – for the most part, I’m sneezing it.