I used to love going to hardware stores. I could walk around for hours and imagine what my flat would look like. Now I absolutely hate it! It’s not because of boredom or tiredness or lack of interest in the subject. No, I could still go around the store and imagine; it’s just that now I can also imagine the debt my dreams would get me into. Everything I like is just so expensive.

Now, I know you’re all tired of reading how little money I have. I know I’ve been going on and on about it. You can console yourself with the fact that most of my friends are probably ready to kill me by now, because the Hellhole is the only thing I’m capable of talking about. But, nonetheless, I’m going to stop in a second, right after I tell you that I ordered the security door today and it robbed me blind – just like everything else I’ve done with the place. Aahhh… there! I feel so much better now!

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Yesterday there was a bomb in front of my house (not the Hellhole building but the one I currently live in). At least that’s what the police and the bomb squad thought. I got a phone call from Eve where she asked why I was bombing my own building. Since I wasn’t home I had no idea what she was talking about. She told me that the traffic was diverted (to where I have no idea, because half the streets around the building are still under repairs) and the police and the bomb squad were standing around looking at a tied up shoebox. I would like to know what was going on there because I got home to a very smoky hallway and nothing else that would’ve been even remotely exciting. A search of major newspapers gave me no information. The only place that even mentioned it was Eesti Päevaleht (only in Estonian) and all it said was that there were two explosive devices found on the 26th of August, 2003. How boring is that? We had a bomb-like device and I don’t even know why it was there or if it even was a bomb. Disappointing!

I must say that I wouldn’t have actually liked it very much if it had been a bomb because they have this stupid habit of going off every once in awhile. And if it were to go off I would prefer it going off somewhere far from me.

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I don’t actually live in a very dangerous neighbourhood. It’s in the centre of Tallinn and the only real danger comes from cars and occasional pickpockets. But I’ve developed a strategy against cars, which is: stick to the sidewalks and pedestrian crossings and, if they still try to run you over, glare menacingly at their licence plates. The pickpockets mostly target tourists – I don’t look rich enough for their goals. So this bomb-thing is a totally new and interesting experience for me, hence the excitement over it. That’s why it’s also kind of disappointing not to get any feedback on it, feels like I’ve just been left hanging.

Although… there was a fire in a house near ours last weekend so maybe the ghetto is catching up. Or maybe they’re actually targeting me? The fire did just miss by few buildings. Maybe it’s a plot to get the Hellhole? Come to think of it: my neighbour in the new building just mentioned today that she would’ve liked to buy the place. Maybe she’s plotting against me?

Hmm, hmmm… got a little carried away there, didn’t I? For those of you who don’t know me: I’m not really paranoid (well, no more than average people are), I just tend to let my imagination run wild and come up with these difficult-to-believe theories that tend to revolve around me and my friends. So the previous paragraph wasn’t an invitation for you to call me a psychiatrist. I’m still OK.

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I think I’ve spent enough time writing this. I’m actually at work and should be doing something, though I’m not quite sure what it should be since, for once, the “To do” box seems to be empty. Maybe I should try some Solitaire?

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