Happy morning to you, happy city dwellers. There’s some snow on the pavement and no tap water. Grab your wet towelettes, rise and shine. Oh, don’t forget the cough drops, and generally the medication. We don’t want those running noses win any contest today!
Because, so far it’s been a year since our love at first sight. And you still rock my world.
Also it’s the birthday of a friend and reader. Happy birthday, you know who you are.
And on top of that last night I had a little bit too much to drink, which lead to being a bad guest and to insomnia again. Let me tell you , Bucharest streets at six on a Friday the morning are pretty lively as I was hovering towards my own bed ridden with hangover.
“From your 220 subscriptions, over the last 30 days you read 1,985 items, starred 8 items, shared 144 items, and emailed 12 items.”
I have also discovered Zachari Logan. On his MySpace, Kate Bush with Army Dreamers almost made cry. I have no idea what she is singing about, it’s her melody that makes me feel, well, like when I was listening to her complete collection, on CD, borrowed from Man. Which reminds me I have been tagged.
So, here! forever-young.pdf
First of all, I am getting a that new job. Almost like in Christmas getting it. It’s starting to dawn on me. Yeap. I’m getting it.
Secondly, my external WD harddisk, otherwise Apple ready mind you, has started to work! For no reason. Just like that. It’s been like totally invisible until now, for the past months. My boyfriend has simply plugged it in, after I noticed earlier that we have similar hardware (hey! There is no pun! None. Whatsoever!). I am almost afraid to unplug it now. What if it decides to stop working? It’s been a while and several trial-and-error, but mostly error, as i was saying. Well, he, my boyfriend, says he just plugged it in. I ask: is there a certain way, like a ritual, he performed? Let me quickly post a picture to prove my joy and I’ll keep you posted if it works tomorrow as well. Certain friends might want to remember trying to convince it to work. That was the last time we were all gathered around my Mac like it was the camp fire.
Let the Chateau Teleky-Villany Merlot-Pinot Noir pour! For the second day! Oh, I have to replenish my wine stock. The wonderful things!
And before you know it, your once favourite outfit for the day becomes your now pajamas.
What is worse than getting a “Thank you very much”-but-”We regret to inform you that, although we were impressed by your experience and skills, we have decided not to proceed further with your application this time.” email? Getting one that says “We have received your CV, would like to meet with you, but there is no telephone number to contact you”.
And getting it two months after it was sent.
Oh well, I have just read mine and it felt like the desk just parted and the void wanted to suck me in.
This ads a new dimension to self-loathing and that lately almost omni-present feeling of incompetence.
I am swamped.
My Energie sandals are true rain machines. Remember the curse of the white pants? It’s either you have a very good memory, or I just give you the link. I have not been wearing my white pants in a while, but I had various fashionista trials with the said sandals. Yesterday it was the first time they failed to bring rain. There was only a drop in temperature.
This has been only an introduction to my true moaning and mourning. My allergy has not left me. Work still doesn’t work. And unfortunately other things in my life started to copy that pattern. I am talking about my Facebook account, my external hard disk, my project partners and a few other stuff.
On the bright side I have met with I-have-turned-in-my-resignation-within-my-first-eight-hours-at-work-and-of-course-I’ll-tell-you-why (and how) expert, the Stingo. Also, now I can print. In fact I have printed. My Apple based printing is irresistible.
Oh. And if at any time today you meet with a red bright light, don’t worry, it might be the spot on exactly the center of my forehead. It’s so eighties, for me.
Definitely depressed. The weather, the allergy, everything makes me tired. Not enough sleep, everything seems indeed like an effort. Satisfactions run fast by to quickly fade and make way to problems. I am tired of being late with everything. It’s that need for a clean slate, because everything on your plate now is just too much, too greasy and too getting cold. Not too sure what the future has in store. Happiness is the now, not in the wish. Truly happy people don’t have wishes, but I guess it’s only a matter of expectations and perception.
In my dream this morning we were picknicking on the occasion of a gayfest. We were also being awarded a prize for a website. I am sure it was a dream, because (1) I am currently unable picknick, (2) the gayfest was in fact a harvest celebration in the countryside, the parade was a happy marathon through villages, and the villagers were all in aw and wonder; also it took place somewhere in Transilvania, I could tell by the villagers’ accent, and (3) you cannot be awarded a prize for a project you have not completed.
Yesterday I was advised to wear a protection helmet at the march, but I think the only head gear I am bringing is my brains.
I have worked until past eleven in the night, dropped the flower pot, taken the wine, parked the car in tight spot, organized my mail, backed-up my now “late laptop”, gone to bed early in the morning, figured how to set my mail client and re-size and retouch pictures. I give you the new MacMe.
It’s that time of the year. I am curious to see how many of you will be there, and where exactly. The overzealous should buy their own ripe tomatoes. They stain, but they would be a more civilized option to the more hardcore “stone option”.
Anyways, here is the official page, the programme (in Romanian only), and the web review.
Cheers!
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