My reality tonight: I have PMS

Yesterday, a friend of mine wrote on her Facebook-wall that she had the feeling she had PMS. I added a comment „me too“ - no one on her wall thought my comment was funny and no one bothered to ask me why I had PMS...if I am a man.

Certainly, I have to admit that I was kidding when I wrote the PMS comment, but I knew it would come soon because in autumn I get depressed.

Today I don't feel good, I have the feeling I have PMS.

Don't think I am trying to be funny, I am not assuming, I am talking based on reliable information!

Tonight for dinner, I cooked the recipe I posted in my blog on September (blog: my emo-side is on vacations), I had a glass of white wine and I called good friends today.

Well, these are only dry facts, without feeling and are not giving you an idea of how I feel tonight. This is what really happened:

FACT: The dish I cooked for dinner is supposed to be shared with friends
MY REALITY TONIGHT: half a portion of my food is now resting on a Tupperware in the fridge

FACT: The glass of wine I had is an excellent (and expensive) Austrian Riesling,vintage 2009
MY REALITY TONIGHT: The wine it tasted like shit

FACT: I called friends and some friends called me
MY REALITY TONIGHT: The friends I called did not want to talk to me and I was not interested in talking to the friends who called me

FACT and REALITY: I knew tonight I needed to stay home, write a blog and hear sad songs (and drink no wine). Right now “Anyone else but you” by Moldy Peaches is playing, before it I heard “Always on my mind” by The King.

...if I were a woman I would be about to bleed to death

P.S. I would like to apologize if a woman thought my last sentence was sexist
P.S.2. if you are a man, have you also had the feeling you have PMS?

Man, I really hope the food in the plane is good…

Two working colleagues, who are also periodical readers of my blog, told me on Monday that my entries are each day less and less…interesting, less “the way they used to be”. I think they meant self-ironic, sad and funny.

Apparently, if I spend the rest of my days as a sad single writing blog entries drinking wine makes my stires funnier.

Well, that may be difficult at the moment, because of my current relationship status...however, things can also be shitty, even if you are in love:

I am sitting in Frankfurt’s airport on gate B 22 waiting for the boarding time. I am traveling to Montevideo via Buenos Aires. If you are used to use nice airports like Munich’s you may know how easy it is to get all kinds of food at all kinds of prices. At Munich you can get an excellent Falafel , Sushi or a Beer and Sausages for less than 5 euros. In Mexico you can have American food, tacos or sushi for 3-6 USD, and in Dallas there is a good place for Hamburgers and two nice Mexican places. Even at Europe’s smallest international airport (Innsbruck) I got a sandwich, a blueberry muffin and a bottle of water for 5 Euros.

Frankfurt sucks! I am hungry and there is nothing affordable here. Yes, there is a bar where you can have a glass of red wine for 7,50 EUR or a stand where you can have a bottle of beer for 4,50 EUR. Even the duty-free shops are bloody expensive! Why buy a bottle of Absolut vodka for 16 Euros, when you can pay 10 at the supermarket and pay taxes?!

I hold a credit card which allows me to wait in a V.I.P. lounge where I probably could get a snack and a drink for free, but my gate is way too far and I had to take a decision: food and booze or catch my plane to Buenos Aires, I went for the second.

Man, I really hope the food in the plane is good…