My hand is finally normal again. I haven't mentioned this anywhere (except in the company of my friends who are probably totally tired of listening about my physical ailments) but I managed to hurt my wrist so that it hurt like hell every time I even thought about bending it. The weirdest thing is that it started seemingly from nowhere. Everyone naturally thought that my birthday had something to do with it but I'm sure there were no activites wild enough to explain the wrist-hurting. And contrary to what you may think - I actually remember the things that happened during the night. I didn't wake up in strange places next to strange men wearing strange clothes. Altogether, not a very wild party. The only thing I forgot were my flowers which I left behind at Columbus but even those I remembered at about 3 AM. I was too lazy to go and pick them up, though...

I feel the latte kicking in. I went to Robert's Coffee today and had one (OK, I do that almost every Monday but it still feels like a thing to talk about). Surprisingly enough I went there alone - usually I manage to convince someone to join me. Must admit, though... I didn't even try very hard. Sometimes I like to sit there, alone and just read. Oh, that reminds me - I bought two new books this weekend! Nothing that can even remotely be considered sophisticated but hopefully both good. The one I'm reading right now is "Feet of Clay" by Terry Pratchett. I don't know if you've ever read his books but I absolutely adore them. The irony and social criticism displayed there really appeal to me. Now you're probably wondering: "Pratchett has social criticism? What books have you been reading, girl?" but I really do find it from his work.

The other book I got was from Tom Clancy and I must admit it has no social criticism or any literary value but instead the paranoia of a middle-aged man. For some reason I still (mostly) enjoy the books. Don't judge me too harshly!

To redeem myself a bit - I actually wanted to buy "Romeo and Juliet" (yes, the one from Shakespeare) since they were having a sale of classical English literature. But, alas, the one book they were missing was the one I wanted. I somehow managed to avoid reading it at school but I'd really like to do it now. And read in in English... Even though the translation may be good, there's no point in reading Shakespeare in Estonian. It just loses something... I still intend to get it from somewhere. So if you feel like giving me a gift, I'd appreciate some Shakespeare. For that or any other purpose you can find me here.

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