The one with the knee

Stuck on a couch. Indeed, that's what I've been all day. Studying and letting my mind get lost in many of the fascinating programs on Discovery Channel from time to time. I can't let ppl know often enough how underrated TimeWarp is. Amazing! Anyway, I did actually get quite a lot of studying done. I'm reading a book on how the institutionalized project:development has gone terribly wrong in Lesotho during the 1970s. Believe it or not: it's a page-turner.

I've been very lucky this year with the books on my curriculum. Most of them are very well written and keep a nice balance between theory and empirical observations. As I'm studying anthropology I read plenty of strange empirical observations from all around the world and strange doesn't even come close to describing some of the everyday activities that are occurring all across the globe. Sometimes it feels like I'm reading a fairytale book. It's safe to say that I'm in love with my subject of study.

The reason I've been a studying couch potato today is because I woke with an aching, unbendable knee. What changed between last night and this morning, I don't know. Did I do squats in my sleep? Sure feels like it. I rolled out of bed, into my sweats and onto the couch. Good thing the kitchen's close by or else I would be starving.

From time to time it's nice to study at home, but at the same time I know there's a lot of hidden traps I might, most likely, fall into. Of course there's the regular "now seems like a great time to clean the kitchen" or "I feel like organizing my underwear" and not to mention "I deserve a long shower, a facial, manicure and pedicure". Strange how things like this seem like an incredibly good idea when I know that's not at all what I need to be doing. Thankfully (?) this was not an option today since, well you know, I was glued to the couch.

Then there are the other possible pitfalls. The mental ones. They don't involve much movement. Yes, I'll do them instead. Ahh, geez. Time to get analytic, pessimistic, full of expectations and let the mind wonder off to "what-if"-land. Even thou I can tell from early on that this is going to end badly, I still knock on the door with all the stop- and keep out-signs, only to go down a mudslide to upset- and disappointment-land. You never need to ask a girl twice if she feels like analyzing and trying to make sense out of whatever-it-might-be (yes, it usually includes the XY chromosomed human beings). Be warned: BIG MISTAKE!

So now I sitting here, on the couch of course, pretty upset with myself for having to walk down that road, when I knew so very well were it would end. It's Friday night and I was suppose to go to a concert, but instead I'm, tadaa, on the couch feeling blue ready to watch a sad movie (like icing on the cake). Well, I wouldn't be able to attend the concert anyway due to my knee, but hey when feeling sorry for myself I don't pay attention to details.

On the bus with destination grumpy-town and currently inhabiting in the country of pessimism.