Scribblings with Green Chalk

Yesterday’s quite high up in the ongoing “worst day of my life” competition. I spent half the day pushing away the specter of a close person’s body lying in a ditch. The other half I spent pushing away the desire to strangle that very same person. There is no humorous punchline. My home phone died in the middle of an important conversation whose aim was to clarify what had happened. I ran out of money on my cell phone and the cashier at the supermarket was giggling amused that the till at which you can put money on your phone was closed and it was already 9 pm anyway. The phonecard machine at B-platz was out of order. I drifted towards the movie theater where I saw Juno with friends; not feeling better, but the movie was great and subtitled on that one and only chosen night and the ticket cheaper than a sea of vodka. Meanwhile, the eye infection I sensed I was getting was steadily getting worse. Reading hurts, writing hurts. Lying down with a chamomile compress doesn’t. If I don’t go blind, I will post something later.