Long time no blog. Yes, two days is a long time in this period of stretched hours and excrutiatingly slow minutes. The ants are moving in slow motion. They feel my pain. It's hard finding something to preoccupy myself with every day. To the extent that I decided I'd try something new, namely getting my eyebrows waxed/plucked. I hope a few hairs live to tell the tale. I promise some sort of narrative in first-person/eyebrow.

I have a job. In an Italian café somewhere in a "retail village" with little wooden huts housing shops and craft places and cash machines. There was an interview on the spot with the manager, who asked me whether I own a pair of black socks. I would say "woot", but I don't feel very wootish.

Life is postponed until a later date. Until then, thinking will be minimal. Hence no in-depth, thought-provoking blog entries.

I'm not sure it's possible to feel any worse.