Sometimes I'm inclined to think that all this biorhythm apologists have their point.

Listen. Does this sound familiar? Last week I had this day when I woke up, smiled, knew at least the world belonged to me - if not more. I was just happy, without needing a special reason, peacefully floating on top of my bed and of life. Now if you're hit by such a start into the day, it will last some days. And that's called "glad".



Now this week had been a good week, it started with all kind of charms. But something must have gone wrong and that's precisely how it felt - somehow wrong. I started to be tired with the only excuse being that I had not slept for about 40 hours, earned pain in my back by carrying too heavy stocks, and felt generally miserable for no apparent reason. And that's called "bad".



Now if that's happened to you, don't let this. I ignored all signs, though I know them well. I tried to trick body and mind, fled into senseless sleep and drank vanilla coke. And that's called "sad".



If you are mildly confused now: the rough structure "glad - bad - sad" and some of the sentence structures I've stolen from the Shangri Las' (the best girl group ever) wonderful melodrama "I can never go home anymore".

To tell it more prosaic: I've been simply plain stupid. I was on the edge of running into a constipation, should have realized it earlier, because it was no problem to get rid of all that s*.



Now I feel very fine again and do some aftercare by eating lots of vegetables to reconcile my intestinal tract.



And I listen to Werka Serdutschka, though I understand only a single word of he sings: "dawai!" But his fun music just fantastic.



And as a little thank you for all that have endured all this boring journal entry a link to some more exicting stuff:

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Perhaps you begin with the Sand dream video (10MB). If you do not already know it from TV. It is worth watching!

Have a nice day, greets, Joerg
PS: I almost forgot: now I'm leaving that bio rhythm thingy and keep staying on top for a while.