Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate - and hard work to pancakes

Goshdarnit it's hot outside. Construction work outside or not, I have to keep my window open or I'll be doing a reasonable roast beef impersonation before noon.

I have been cleaning my little home today; a feat that can be compared to the most heroic of Supermans battles. I have a high tolerance of mess (something my mother can't understand, her tolerance of anything even resembling mess is less than zero. There must have been some kind of genetic mutation when I was being made), and when I get around to clean, it means a whole day's worth of hard work. Even if I live in a one-room apartment. Or especially because my home is so tiny, because it means that there's no room to move things, and even if I threw most of my earthly possessions away it would still be crowded. But for a few days at least I have a nice, clean home - although I still haven't cleaned the windows, there's no point in doing it until the most dust-creating parts of the yard work is done.

The real excitement of today was, however, courtesy of my too curious fighting fish. I had to trim down some of the plants that had grown too tall and were growing algae on the surface and as I was doing this there's the brainless creature, swimming amok between the plant, my fingers and the scissors I was holding, as if wanting to say "Ooooo, are these scissors? Cor. Looks sharp don't they? What you think will happen if I touch them? Are they edible? There went the plant! Would you look at that!" How do they survive in the wild, I don't know. They must be the easiest prey to catch, they have no sense of danger whatsoever.

I fear that I have to succumb to the evil. Someone's been making pancakes and the whole building smells of them. So, naturally, I had to pop down to the shop to get some milk and eggs and forget the watch what you eat-regime I've been trying to follow. Or not literally forget, because what I'll be soon looking at is a fairly delicious pancake. But from a purely scientific point of view eating pancakes is good for you; not only do they taste good, which improves one's mood, they also contain high amounts of energy which I clearly do need after cleaning the whole day and I still have to go through my taxation notes and some German grammar (you should have seen me today, mopping the floor and discussing with myself in German within the limits of my small vocabulary - half the lines were from different songs and were what you might call explicit. I fear the day I have to have an actual conversation in German...).

Yes. One of my superpowers is, I can whip up a theory to back up my actions in a split second. It might not make any sense, but it's a theory nevertheless.

All right, fun time is over, back to studying it is.


Re. the headline: I just promised myself I get to go to see the latest Star Wars movie on Wednesday. After being a fan since I was 11, and the disappointment of the last 2 films, I'm both scared and excited at the same time. I'll probably behave like I was in a particularly scary horror movie during the show and probably will not have any fingernails left once the movie is over.

I'm a geek and proud of it.