I woke up today I noticed that I couldn't walk. I probably strained a muscle in my back yesterday when I was a bit too excited while I was doing stretching exercises after the soccer game.

It's interesting, though, not being able to walk: to wake a up just another Wednesday morning, have a bit of a hard time to get out of bed, get up and notice that you can't walk. First, there is almost a feeling of panic: I'm stuck here now. I can't go anywhere, my world imploded within a fraction of a second into a couple of cubic metres. My desert island is my bed, and my only contacts to the outside world are my friends who bring me tea and food. The rest of the world suddenly became a vast ocean without an end with other people in small boats, even though they're not aware of their situation. One day their boats might break, too, and they'll be stuck like I am now. But it's better that they don't know: because why should they? Humans are mobile animals and the situation I'm in now is an extreme exception.

But I'm trying to build myself a new boat by myself, and if it doesn't work, I'll have to take medical advice from the doctor-boat. *laughs*

A hell, and at the same time an exciting, new feeling I want to explore. But not for very long.