I am sitting in front of this public computer with a blank mind. No idea what to write, and yet my weblog lures me to it.. beckons me to express myself about something, anything, nothing. It has put a spell on me.. like a siren it sings to me in the night, makes me dream about it, never to forget about it ever.. it desires me, it needs me - makes sense, it is only for my words that it actually has an existence at all. Weblogs, our digital children, need nurturing.. they need our attention and care, they need us to feed them with our mundane words.. feed them until they are full, full of words.. words.. words..

It is midnight.. ah yes, the infamous time of the night that hardly seems to be the middle of it at all, even if the name suggests it .. To me, the middle of the night is at around 3:30 in the morning. But that is me.. eccentric as me may be it is me.. and I suspect there would be a few others out there that agree with me, on that whole night thing. But I love the night.. it is beautiful.. still, and not cold here anymore .. only still, dry, quiet.. calming. Not to forget: mysterious! For some reason the night always has a sense of mystery.. and romance, to me at least.

This short blog, I am not ashamed to tell you, has taken me a long time to write.. reason being I did it as a sidejob to my chatting through MSN messenger.. also wrote and sent a couple of emails I believe. And they say only women can do more than two things at once.. I challenge any woman to a multitask project, even if I probably would lose that challenge to be totally honest with my respected readers. Even if it looks as if I completed a multitask, blogging while chatting and writing, the truth of the matter is that while I blogged for a few seconds I stopped writing and chatting, while I chatted for a couple of minutes I stopped blogging and writing, while I wrote -.. well you get the picture.

At 30 minutes past midnight,
..kH

Today is my daughter´s Nameday. Today, according to the Hungarian calendar, is the day of Johanna, or the saint-day of Johanna. I have recently discovered that there are different calendars for Namedays and saint´s days in the different countries of Eastern Europe. The Slovak calendar has a different name for the day, the Czech Republic another, and then Hungary the third. Russia then has an even more different arrangement of days.. apparently they are two weeks behind us according to their own religious calendar, and naturally their saints fall onto their own arrangement of days devoted to them.

I am ill.. sick as a dog.. wanna know why? I was attacked.. attacked by the arašídy last night, and have yet to fully recover. It was horrible. I broke into sweats during the night, got red swollen dots all over me, and could not lie still.. I felt I needed to hurl constantly, but was unable to. Then, on top of it all, I was struck by an indescribable ache of the head.. my head was literally going to explode. This whole experience was quite different from what I am used to when this happens.. I usually keep my guard well, and thus this has not happened very often.. but the whole sickness was a new kettle of fish from what I am used to after these attacks. I theorize it must have been because I was unable to rid my system of the poison, unable to hurl it out when I needed to.. and therefore it had the opportunity of torturing me for a longer period and more severely.
I am okay today, not quite well.. but okay. Weaker than I ought to be, but I am sure this will pass before long.

Easter has bored me. It usually does. This year has been no different.

Weakly,
..kH