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wiseheartLiving in a ten-floor concrete building is such fun. The walls absorb the outside temperatures within the hour. The heating system has been broken all morning.
And, to add insult to injury, for a month or so some other inhabitant started either some machine or a godforsaken music box, that runs for hours, preferably during the night. So I can enjoy this faint thudding noise like the drums of Moria at 2 in the night. Or on Saturday afternoons. Fun, fun, fun.
Teeth stopped aching, but my cold is making serious progress. Inability to break makes concentration very difficult, and a wounded nose (due to to much blewing) isn't pleasant, either.
I know I don't need to explain the symptoms of common cold to anyone, but I feel like whining, right now.
Will go and do the edits to Isabeau's birthday prezzie now, ten I'll try to type up Chapter 3 to Nerwen's present. With mucho Haradric cultural trivia and stuff. Then, in case my brain still functions, I'll head for the Delta Quadrant.
And, to add insult to injury, for a month or so some other inhabitant started either some machine or a godforsaken music box, that runs for hours, preferably during the night. So I can enjoy this faint thudding noise like the drums of Moria at 2 in the night. Or on Saturday afternoons. Fun, fun, fun.
Teeth stopped aching, but my cold is making serious progress. Inability to break makes concentration very difficult, and a wounded nose (due to to much blewing) isn't pleasant, either.
I know I don't need to explain the symptoms of common cold to anyone, but I feel like whining, right now.
Will go and do the edits to Isabeau's birthday prezzie now, ten I'll try to type up Chapter 3 to Nerwen's present. With mucho Haradric cultural trivia and stuff. Then, in case my brain still functions, I'll head for the Delta Quadrant.
