I feel like the integration of sleep deprivation, unhealthy food, too much caffeine, stress, PMS and a stomach bug. It is not charming.

I started writing this post many months ago, and stopped after a few lines. It was shortly after I gave Sebastian away to my niece, and after Sebastian decided to run away causing me to lose my mind with worry, and after he returned from his adventures back to the arms of a very happy six-years-old girl. Then, I could not complete the post because I felt that Sebastian’s story is incomplete. I felt that I had to find a happy end, and I had a hard time finding one. Also, whenever I thought about Sebastian my eyes would cloud with tears of longing to my companion of eight years, making typing a bit difficult. The latter is a problem I still have not managed to solve.

So why come back to it now? Because now I know that Sebastian is happy, even though it was not as I meant it to be. A few months ago my brother and his family moved to a new home, not too far from their previous place in the same quiet desert town. The house cats, including Sebastian, were moved too. For Sebastian, who had already changed his habitat twice within less then a year, this was one move too many. He decided to move back, and share his old home with the family of cat loving Germans that now occupy it. Obviously, my niece and my sister-in-law were not happy with Sebastian’s decision and tried to bring him back a few times, but realizing that his journey to his new family is too dangerous to be repeated, my sister-in-law convinced my niece to let go of her beloved pet. They have already adopted two new kittens instead.

I still miss Sebastian very much, but at least I know that he is now in a place that he chose for himself, living with people that he is happy to be with. I trust his new family to take good care of him, because I know that if he won’t be happy he will be able to find his way back. I still hope that I will be able to visit him one day, but until then, I just wish him all the best and only good adventures.

I remember times when going to uni used to be fun. Too bad it sucks now.

The tornado sirens have gone off for the second time in an hour. No one in the office is panicking, so I won’t panic either.

There’s a tornado alert on. Should I be scared?

43 days to spring break, and counting.

- that is the question: -
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to blog
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take the the arms of everyone else on earth,
And by joining be like them?

If Shakespeare had used Twitter, do you think he could have written Hamlet in up to 140 characters?!

For a long time I have been refusing to join the trend. There is a limit to the extant to which I am willing to give up my privacy, and being followed seems to me to be one step too far. Then, I realized that it might be a way to keep up blogging while being bogged down with way too much coursework. Maybe even I will be able to spend a few minutes to type up to 140 characters. I doubt I will have much time to follow others, though.

Recently, a few things happened that made me reconsider:

First, my friend Yaron and his innovative colleagues at a translation company started twitrans, a really cool online translation service via Twitter.

Then, I realized that The Streets tweets are quite funny, though it was enough to follow them by a simple RSS feed.

Then I figured out that whatever the medium is, it is still my words that go out there, and if I don’t have the time to blog, I might as well use a shortcut. This might even mean I will be able to send a message from time to time using my phone, so there is no excuse.

Anyway, since this site is still my main priority, I made sure anything I tweet will come up here, and in your favourite RSS reader. However, if you want a double portion, you can also follow me on @d_brainwave.

Now, on a twitter near you…