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Hm. Once you decide that you don't have, or want to, go about mentally composing livejournal entries all the time, it's a slippery slope apparently, and a fast slide into inarticulateness.

It's not as if I don't do things any more, Monday (5th) I was in the Leopold Museum for the Walde exhibition & saw some Kolig and Schiele paintings I really loved, last Sunday I went to the MUMOK with Rikki (Wiener Aktionismus - still not exactly my thing, but interesting, and some modern photography exhibition), we sat in the cafe in the sun, talked about all kinds of things and generally passed a very pleasant afternoon, and I think I never mentioned the trip to the Schallaburg (Genghis Khan exhibition) with Manu, Rikki and Romana back in May (21st). This Thursday my sister and I went to the zoo to see the new Indian rhinos (hot, crowded, but still a nice morning; a white peacock accidentally landing in the polar bear enclosure, making a very narrow escape only - I've always thought that with polar bears one would be least likely to make the mistake of considering them oh-so-cute & cuddly because just they're safely behind bars and/or glass - kind of an easy mistake to make with a tiger sprawled on its back like a giant cat waiting to be petted -, because regardless of circumstances and surroundings, they do look like the predators they are, but it was still fascinating to see the bear move almost instantly from bored near-lethargy into predatory action the moment the bird tumbled into its territory), followed by lunch at the parents (relatively relaxed & drama-free).

[Disclaimer: I know zoos are evil and whatnot. I actually do have mixed feelings about them. I still enjoy going occasionally.]

Today I suffered through an intensely frustrating shopping trip (why do I even still bother...), and it really does say something about this summer's fashion that when I find a nice shirt that actually fits at H&M I immediately buy a second one. I'll skip the why-only-push-up-bras-and-g-strings-rant. Also, and probably as a result, bought dvds that I don't really need, because it isn't as if I don't still have dvds from my last shopping spree lying around unwatched; Velvet Goldmine, The Talented Mr. Ripley, Fight Club and Dune because they were cheap, and Smallville S4 because I'm dumb & a masochist.

Morning runs Monday and Friday

(And not to forget, Tuesday I had the gastroscopy, which was not exactly pleasant, since I heroically (or would that be masochistically) declined a sedative, but survivable. Slight inflammation, nothing bad, results from tissue samples back sometimes next week.)

(There's still the possibility that this is caused by bacteria, but I've started to suspect that my body (stomach, specifically) is giving me a message about how I should start treating it better and perhaps I really ought to pay attention for once; food has always been such a neurosis-ridden issue for me -- eating too much, idiotic crash diets, making myself throw up, guilt, comfort food followed by more guilt... I can't even remember a time where food was simply... food rather than something to feel guilty about in some way. Smaller, regular meals, taking time to prepare the food and eat would be a good idea for a change.)

So, things (boring things, granted) still happen, even if at the moment I'm sitting around lazily in a violet hippie type skirt and spaghetti strap top in my thankfully still quite cool flat, waiting for the predicted thunderstorm to arrive.

It's just that I feel the world doesn't immediately (or at all) need to be informed of this, or why I like Firefly and would have liked to see more and think that Mal is a fascinating character, although I guess I'll probably be posting about that at some point.

Posting pictures is so much easier these days.