Jim Morrison never ceases to blow my mind. He smoothly and delicately puts to words my innermost thoughts. Talk about idols.

“The program for this evening is not new.
You have seen This entertainment through & through.
You’ve seen your birth, your life & death;
you might recall all of the rest –
did you have a good world when you died? –
enough to base a movie on?

A Military Station In The Desert - An American Prayer - Jim Morisson

First the news: I have been accepted as a researcher at a top university here… one of the best in europe, actually. It’s perfect, I will now be working on my Ph.D., researching a very interesting field, earning good money and will have the stability I have wanted for so long. I’m so excited… things are just fantastic!

In other news, I have sadly learned that i’m a snorer. A terrible snorer. Worse than trains, trams and rowdy football fans. Seriously! This came as a shock to me.

I had known that I snored (a bit) when I didn’t sleep in my own bed, but I’d never known it was like this. A friend had been visiting with me, and I was under the impression that she was sleeping like a baby. Then, a couple of nights ago, my girlfriend stayed over as well… that morning, they both were exchanging glances, and when pressed, admitted that I had waken them up at night. My guest then proceeded to tell me that she would be basically awake between 3 and 7 am because of my snoring, my girl said that it was so bad that she got scared at night, and that she always considered going home because she assumed that 4 hours of actual sleep were better than 8 with the snore monster. My roommate, who’d slept in my room a few nights when we first moved in, came out and said that yes, when I did snore, it was terrible. He apparently could hear me snoring through two shut doors and a thick wall. My cousin suddenly remembered that he used to throw things at me to stop me when I used to sleep over… And blissfully unaware moi had no idea. NONE! Who would imagine that the 3-4 hours of sleep that I get cause so much trouble? Then again, I’d be sleeping, and as one ancient chinese philosopher used to say: “If one snores in one’s sleep, does one hear oneself? That is the question asked to a tree falling noiselessly in the woods while trying to catch a fly with a chopstick.” In other words… who the hell cares?

Finally, I’m pleased and proud to introduce Kreuz!

Kreuz is an over-sexed, under-achieving monster who has no inhibitions. He will be joining us regularly… unless he gets bored and goes away. Please say hi.

For Your Eyes Only
Originally uploaded by LeTempest.

Easier said than done. Easier tattooed than done, rather. Innit?

I am sitting in my room. Legs on the table. The back of my leather IKEA seat is tilted to provide the most comfort possible. It seems to me that this is the way it has always been. I feel like I’ve been sitting like this, in my IKEA room, my entire life. Thoughts and memories of a different life always came back, a life where I was, to say the least, more active. I don’t know whether to believe those memories any longer. I feel like I’ve been sitting like this, in my IKEA room, my entire life.

This sounds like an extremely negative outlook. No. That is not what I intend by writing this. This is supposed to be funny. My life is funny. Not to me, mind you, but nevertheless funny.