So many ideas, so little time (and skill)

Although I have CouchSurfers coming in and out the door like it were Christmas, I still find the time to do some daydreaming, workouts, Spanish, HTML and even work. I like to do several things at once, like standing on the balance board while doing arm excercises and practicing Spanish. Or fall asleep while reading HTML. Wasn't part of my plan, but it worked. I am really looking forward to the day when I am a little bored again. But the surfers are of course great fun and very interesting people, only I sort of double/triple booked a few of them these past days. Four people in the living room is a little much at times, but it's nice to help out some fellow CSers in need.

I am (at least I thought I was) having quite a few creative thoughts on websites I want to create, but it seems each idea has been taken from me at some early stage and already developed when I start doing some research on the web. I think someone has a secret access to my brain and suck out the good ideas like a really good Strawberry Daquiri before it gets all mooshy and watery (Astrid, when are you going to make me one??). Or maybe I just heard of these things and stored them in my subconsciousness until I nearly forgot all about them and took them for my own. Ah well.

All these travellers make me want to go away right now, and the weather (yes, I must mention it like everybody else) makes me yearn for white beaches and tall palm trees and SILENCE. Despite the bad weather we have to keep the windows open (that is, we got scaffolding all around now, so we'd better close them now before we wake up with a climbing burglar stumbling over all the surfers sleeping on the floor) and the goddamn tram is really loud. I usually say I've gotten used to the noise, but I guess I haven't. I was up in the mountains nearly 6 months ago with some colleagues and was really surprised to hear the silence up there (only interrupted by the "wow, can you believe this silence?"s) ... Strange thing, really, that I get ANY work done with the traffic roar in the background or the stupid fan in my computer or the AC at work. In addition, one million and three thoughts are buzzing around in my head (as I am a woman and multi tasking-capable). But I guess once I do make it to a white beach (hopefully Thailand in March) I am sure I will be bored or too hot or eaten by mosquitos and disturbed by people wanting to sell me stuff on the beach. But right now it's very nice to dream about it.

K.