I am...

I am worried. Every day I discover things that interest me more than writing my thesis. Things that I haven't thought or read about since my childhood, in some cases. I catch myself reading the science pages of the online TO BHMA, watching tv documentaries on subjects such as atoms' fusion, or dreaming in the daylight about setting buisinesses. Is it just a way to escape from what I really should be doing, or is there something more in this self-de/distraction?

I am hungry. For the first time in my life I am on diet. It's hard to believe, but, there you go, I am on diet. I, who used to be 65 kilos throughout my university years, I am now 80 kilos every time I step on a weighting scale. However, being on diet is kind of fun. I keep telling people that I am on diet, and suddenly I have found a new topic for discussion. It seems that diet is a hop topic among many, it brings people together. Everyone is so sympathetic and supportive. What was I missing all these years!

I am byted. It's 2.24am and I am on bed with my laptop typing these words and listening to online greek radio. I find it increasingly difficult to spend time away from this machine. It's been a while now that I go to bed with it. Does sleeping with the computer count as cheeting on your partner?

I am sleepy. Byted, hungry or worried, I switch off now.

Shopping

Today, it was a supermarket day! Trying to forget about my slow progressing writing and focus on my empty fridge I visited our nearby supermarket. Well, it was not that nearby, when I was walking back covered with bags...

Shopping in supermarkets is a game, just like visiting a museum or gallery. A game, whose title changes every time. Sometimes, it is called 'find me if you can', other times 'please, don't push each other', or 'choose the best', or even 'pretend you know'. This time's title was 'get as much as you can'.

Often, when I visit museums, I ignore the text. I pretend I do not see it; I do not read it, apart from some words that I think I need to read. Sometimes, though, not sure why, I get maniac and read and read and read; from the first to the last word, ignoring often the objects. I just jump from panel to panel and from label to label. I stretch, I lean forward, I lean left and I lean right, I come close and closer to the text, in order to consume it. Sometimes, I read it again. I go back and forth, make circles and triangles, bouncing like a squash ball against the text that surrounds me. I do not stop until I read absolutely everything, until I get as much as I can, so that I can learn as much as I can and forget as little as possible...

But, can I really eat as much I have collected in the trolley? Various types of cheese, yellow, blue and orange; yoghurt from Greece and Greek-style yoghurt; Bread in slices medium-cut; organic eggs, nutella and oregano; off-season pears, mandarines and bananas...Of course not. Some will be appreciated, but more will eventually end up in the bin. Got but left, read but forgotten.

However, the game was played and I won! Today, it was, indeed, a supermarket day!