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Epic Quest?
Dec. 23rd, 2010 02:38 pmA few days ago I discovered that if I spend too much time staring at pictures of men, I get depressed. :|
Now that we've got this random fact out of the way, let me tell you about last night. Because it was evil. EVIL I TELL YA. Well, it started out evil and turned out alright, so at least there was a happy ending of sorts. The start though. D:
I'd offered to do some late grocery shopping because I wanted to get out and figured I could use the opportunity to also collect my copy of Nameless from the post office.
You see, that book has had some serious trouble getting to me. First it apparently arrived while nobody was home - or Daniel wasn't and I was asleep - as indicated by the notice in our mailbox. So Daniel tried to collect it, but they said it wasn't there at the time. How does that even make sense?? Where was it, on vacation? We thought maybe they were trying to deliver it a second time, but nothing came. Hence why I tried to pick it up yesterday. It was late when I left, but the notice specifically said that the office was open until 10 pm, which I was mildly skeptical of but eventually accepted as the truth because it's in the same building as a supermarket that's also open until 10 pm.
The first thing that went wrong was that my MP3 player refused to behave. Perhaps my fingers were too cold for the stupid touchscreen-like buttons, IDK. And as I found out then, my filenames were also too long to be displayed so that I basically had to guess which song was which. MP3 player, Y U NO display ID3 tags instead?! When I finally got it to work, I noticed that I couldn't breathe. Yay for cold-induced asthma attacks! That's new. I had my inhaler with me, but it still sucked.
Inside the first store, I experienced some spontaneous nausea. IDEK. Then I discovered that Daniel had been wrong when he'd assured me that everything on the shopping list would fit into our little grandma-style shopping trolley, only I didn't discover it until it was already too late to get a plastic bag, so I had to stuff two items into my tiny messenger bag that were decidedly too big for it.
In the next store I did buy a plastic bag, but of course it ended up being so heavy that I was seriously worried I wouldn't make it home. Then I went to the post office, which I had saved for last because I thought it was open until 10 pm, and guess what? It had just closed. Two hours earlier than expected, and I was told that it always closed at this time. Double-check what your notices are saying, yo. >:( If I can't get my hands on that package soon, it'll end up being sent back!!
Evidently I did make it home, but it certainly wasn't easy. My arms and my back started to hurt like hell when I wasn't even halfway there, I was sweating despite the cold and the nausea came back, too. At one point I nearly had a heart attack because I slipped and almost fell.
When I was finally back inside, I barely managed to change into something comfortable and go to the bathroom before I collapsed on Daniel's stupid armchair and refused to move a muscle for quite some time. I was so exhausted and in so much pain that I just sat there crying for ten solid minutes. Poor Timo found this rather confusing.
With the help of an aspirin and some chocolate, I finally managed to stop and went online to distract myself. Fortunately it worked quite well, too. I had a surprising amount of fun for two or three hours and went to bed feeling as good as was possible under the circumstances. Today I'm still a bit knackered, but it's bearable.
Now if only my dear roommate (hurr hurr) weren't being such an ass. I got so angry with him earlier that I may have sort of yelled at him to stop acting as if we were friends ...
Now that we've got this random fact out of the way, let me tell you about last night. Because it was evil. EVIL I TELL YA. Well, it started out evil and turned out alright, so at least there was a happy ending of sorts. The start though. D:
I'd offered to do some late grocery shopping because I wanted to get out and figured I could use the opportunity to also collect my copy of Nameless from the post office.
You see, that book has had some serious trouble getting to me. First it apparently arrived while nobody was home - or Daniel wasn't and I was asleep - as indicated by the notice in our mailbox. So Daniel tried to collect it, but they said it wasn't there at the time. How does that even make sense?? Where was it, on vacation? We thought maybe they were trying to deliver it a second time, but nothing came. Hence why I tried to pick it up yesterday. It was late when I left, but the notice specifically said that the office was open until 10 pm, which I was mildly skeptical of but eventually accepted as the truth because it's in the same building as a supermarket that's also open until 10 pm.
The first thing that went wrong was that my MP3 player refused to behave. Perhaps my fingers were too cold for the stupid touchscreen-like buttons, IDK. And as I found out then, my filenames were also too long to be displayed so that I basically had to guess which song was which. MP3 player, Y U NO display ID3 tags instead?! When I finally got it to work, I noticed that I couldn't breathe. Yay for cold-induced asthma attacks! That's new. I had my inhaler with me, but it still sucked.
Inside the first store, I experienced some spontaneous nausea. IDEK. Then I discovered that Daniel had been wrong when he'd assured me that everything on the shopping list would fit into our little grandma-style shopping trolley, only I didn't discover it until it was already too late to get a plastic bag, so I had to stuff two items into my tiny messenger bag that were decidedly too big for it.
In the next store I did buy a plastic bag, but of course it ended up being so heavy that I was seriously worried I wouldn't make it home. Then I went to the post office, which I had saved for last because I thought it was open until 10 pm, and guess what? It had just closed. Two hours earlier than expected, and I was told that it always closed at this time. Double-check what your notices are saying, yo. >:( If I can't get my hands on that package soon, it'll end up being sent back!!
Evidently I did make it home, but it certainly wasn't easy. My arms and my back started to hurt like hell when I wasn't even halfway there, I was sweating despite the cold and the nausea came back, too. At one point I nearly had a heart attack because I slipped and almost fell.
When I was finally back inside, I barely managed to change into something comfortable and go to the bathroom before I collapsed on Daniel's stupid armchair and refused to move a muscle for quite some time. I was so exhausted and in so much pain that I just sat there crying for ten solid minutes. Poor Timo found this rather confusing.
With the help of an aspirin and some chocolate, I finally managed to stop and went online to distract myself. Fortunately it worked quite well, too. I had a surprising amount of fun for two or three hours and went to bed feeling as good as was possible under the circumstances. Today I'm still a bit knackered, but it's bearable.
Now if only my dear roommate (hurr hurr) weren't being such an ass. I got so angry with him earlier that I may have sort of yelled at him to stop acting as if we were friends ...
