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too tired to post anything actually post-worthy, longer entries still in the works, or on permanent hiatus more likely.
not that i have any valid reason to complain, though, it's not as if i were working that many hours or work were particularly stressful. k*'s a dear, a real help, does what needs doing without me having to tell her to, which is good, because i neither have the inclination nor the talent for playing the boss. quick on the uptake, too, and if she puts Turner among the books on renaissance and baroque art, well, she's only 18 without any background in art history. so there really is no reason for me to be as tired as i constantly am. i pretend it's the responsibility - makes me feel less wimpy.

but god, i'm already dreading the christmas season...


was appropriately grumpy when the alarm went off at 6 am wednesday morning, on the verge of telling c* exactly what she can do with her spoiled horse, not that i'm ever going to actually do it, but it turned out to be a very beautiful morning, brisk, the air so very clear. almost like you're looking at the world through new glasses after you've worn too weak ones for years. sadly i didn't have much time to enjoy, but even the view driving out and back was worth it - i've driven this way probably a hundred times, and it was almost like i was looking at a whole different landscape, everything in sharpest focus, down to the smallest details.


went out with u* yesterday after work - strange as it may seem, it's still something of a surprise every time that people would actually want to spend time with me. dragged her to one of my favourite places, a roof terrace café. the service leaves much to be desired, the food is so-so (i'm not picky, but that so-called italian toast had a passing acquaintance with toasting at best), but the view very much makes up for it. we sat & talked, watched the sun set & the moon make its way behind the spires of the church on the other side of the street... nice.



planning on going on a biking tour tomorrow.

so, note to self, if you're checking your journal tomorrow morning, consider this a kick in your lazy ass. get out, woman !

:: cough :: this journal might have its uses, after all. who knew...