active_apathy

Right. So, I got a phonecall earlier. It was from a bookshop, and they told me that they had Wicked in for me. From there, the conversation went like this:

ME: *thinks: SQUEEEEE!* Already? That's good!
BOOKSHOP PERSON: We can hold it for up to fourteen days for you.
ME: Give me half an hour.
BOOKSHOP PERSON: Um... ok.
ME: Thanks. Bye!

30 minutes (and $AU30) later, I have a copy of Wicked. It looks pretty, feels nice, smells like a lovely new book and is going to get read right after I'm done with Mr Rankin.

Next item of news: I catch buses. No real revelation here, but today I happened to see what must be the ugliest block of half-built flats ever. This makes me wonder why they still bother with artists' impressions. I'd rather see artists' opinions of new buildings. They'd be all useful; something like "These flats look like something a four-year-old child of chartered accountants would build with lego once all the other four-year-olds had beaten 'em up for all the interesting bits."

Now, we come to something that really, really irritates me: People who use credit cards in express aisles. Two of these individuals stood between me and paying for my $1 cherry ripe today. Not happy at all. They delayed chocolate, which made me semi-grumpy.

*Findings based on a random sample of not-fun entries compared to some more fun journal entries over a period of seventeen seconds. Findings may not reflect reality, or be based on actual research. Titles should be read for entertainment, rather than for guidance, making my archives completely useless but that's just how it happens. Entries may cause giggling, amusement, falling off chairs, uncontrollable laughter or death by repeated violent expulsion of air from lungs.