Should I write a dissertation on the cultural implications of Turkish-German Rap (TGR)? Has anyone done that yet? Vote now!

It must be generalized pre-iraq-invasion anxiety. People are attacking each other with shoppingcarts, running people over....at least they attacked me today, I'm serious, in several stores!!! Just like they are following me. I wonder if I could sue them for damaging my ability to be a productive shopping member of society.

When the friendly and strangely Christian seeming doctor recommended I had better have her remove the mole on my back, I thought for a second and agreed. Doctors had been suggesting it for years, mainly because it looked strange and because I had a hard time "keeping an eye on it" due to it's location right between the shoulderblades. The procedure itself was over in just a few minutes. Nothing to write home about, really. But it was afterwards that I found out I needed to dress the wound three times daily for a month....
Meaning Hydrogen Peroxide, Neosporin and Bandaids. Hmmm. I was supposed to leave it alone for at least 24 hours.
How was it possible that evening to mistake the itching on my back for a t-shirt tag problem? Staring at the tag/Bandaid I was holding in my hand after succesfully dealing with the itch, I realized that I was in trouble. There is no place in Chinatown that sells Bandages after 9pm. So I tried to put on a mental bandaid and ignore the matter untill the morning.
When I finally had all materials together, it occurred to me that coordination dealing with thisparticulare area of the body is close to impossible. The closest result to dressing the wound was to attatch the sticky part to the open wound....
Surgery successfull, patient dead? Saved from skincancer, prey to tetanus?
I already see myself in the hospital with a case of gangreen of the back. I'll try again. I am considering asking for assistance. The super? Is that what the super is there for?

And what if (continuing the my previous thought) it is really cold outside and the liquid is really hot?
That might pose some unrecognized dangers. I imagine that the bloodvessels are probably constricted and the sudden heat will force them to expand...
Imagine, a person comes in from the cold, takes a sip from a cup of steaming hot tea and boom they explode before your eyes.
Scary. Life is full of known and unknown risks, dangers and threats.

I wonder, as I'm sitting here drinking tea....if the liquid is really hot and you put it in your mouth you burn your toungue. So as children we would spit it out, well, I did at least. Now as an adult, I try to be somewhat more gracefull in social situations....
what to do? Swallow it? Does that burn the esophagus? Is that worse or better than a burnt tongue?
Keep it in your mouth until it has cooled of, destroying your tastebuds for hours, if not days... if not life...
What do other people do? Or maybe they are smart enough to avoid above situation.
I find these daily decisions I have to make quite exhausting.

Osama bin Laden sat next to me in the crosstown bus yesterday. Hardly disguised, only wearing a hood and blue-jeans. Got on at 5th Avenue, got off at Central Park West. Had he been to the Met?

I remembered today that there are times I don't remember. Moments, I mean. When I blacked out. That's really strange, remembering loss of memory. One time was when I was playing with my cousin, I was maybe 5, I was jumping on cushions, playing "fall-on-the-head". I managed. And I'm not sure what I don't remember, but it hurt and I stopped liking the game. Another time I suddenly felt a horrible pain on my head, something hit me....next thing I know is some kid apologizing. I still don't know for what. Back then I didn't ask, I pretended nothing had happened. As far as I remembered nothing did happen. And because nothing ever had occurred I didn't tell those things to anybody. There were more times I don't remember and most of them were due to selfinflicted injury. I guess my point is: Children can be extremely stupid.