sick

The last days I couldn't paint anything, because I'm sick. But it's not so bad. Now I can read all the books lying on my couch.
And next week I want to go to Cologne. I'll visit Drachenfrau and we'll go to a Linkin Park concert. Well, I want to, but I don't know, if there'll be any train, who brings me in that town. Month after month is strike in the air. I even was in China some weeks, and when I came back, it was all the same here. So I'd my own thoughts about obstinacy and the lack of will to change situations.
That makes me angry. Ph.

So I can say at the moment I have the feeling I manage nothing. Is that to pessimistic?

OK, I'll go and read a little bit.