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kribuI'm so glad I don't work in a post-office (or anywhere else where one has to deal with, well, people - ewww!). Just spent 25 minutes in a queue observing people. It seems people aren't always the most reasonable creatures. It's rather funny really, especially when you get to yelling matches between the post office lady and a customer, the latter telling the former that she obviously cannot read and the former telling the latter that he obviously cannot write. Such fun!
Except of course that I'd have preferred to avoid all that and just collect my books (Alien Bodies and The Eight Doctors, both of which I'd entirely forgotten buying), as my own business there took about exactly 30 seconds.
At least I didn't faint, which is always good. And I made it home without more than just some lightheadedness and nausea, but those I'm used to (although to be honest, this week has been worse than I expected, especially the mornings, when I've not managed to eat and just focusing on staying more or less coherent has been taking an effort, but I suspect it's mostly just because I have become unused to getting up so early and I haven't been getting nearly enough sleep).
I wonder why none of the booths at the market stock either Hommiku or Õhtu Haps... most annoying, really.
On a completely unrelated note, I'm slowly getting back in the mood for Keith Richards' solo stuff. Which is nice. It's been a while since I've actually listened to it properly. So the middle part of Struggle doesn't quite take my breath away like it used to, but this is a good thing anyway as I think I've had enough difficulties with breathing lately. ;-) And it's still fabulous. So... insistent, deceptively simple, straightforward, raw, demanding but unassuming at the same time... beautiful, even if I wish it was twice as long. One of the few things I can actually listen to semi-loudly these days, as it seems I've lost my taste for loud music in the last few years. A sure sign of advancing age and all.
Except of course that I'd have preferred to avoid all that and just collect my books (Alien Bodies and The Eight Doctors, both of which I'd entirely forgotten buying), as my own business there took about exactly 30 seconds.
At least I didn't faint, which is always good. And I made it home without more than just some lightheadedness and nausea, but those I'm used to (although to be honest, this week has been worse than I expected, especially the mornings, when I've not managed to eat and just focusing on staying more or less coherent has been taking an effort, but I suspect it's mostly just because I have become unused to getting up so early and I haven't been getting nearly enough sleep).
I wonder why none of the booths at the market stock either Hommiku or Õhtu Haps... most annoying, really.
On a completely unrelated note, I'm slowly getting back in the mood for Keith Richards' solo stuff. Which is nice. It's been a while since I've actually listened to it properly. So the middle part of Struggle doesn't quite take my breath away like it used to, but this is a good thing anyway as I think I've had enough difficulties with breathing lately. ;-) And it's still fabulous. So... insistent, deceptively simple, straightforward, raw, demanding but unassuming at the same time... beautiful, even if I wish it was twice as long. One of the few things I can actually listen to semi-loudly these days, as it seems I've lost my taste for loud music in the last few years. A sure sign of advancing age and all.
