The Wildcat has placed her latest order for things wanted from Paris, but will have to wait.
Yet another new publication appeared in Francis's shop today, offering the 'Star Trek: First Contact (IMDb)' DVD for less than five euros.
"No!" Francis said. "Not allowed. Don't argue."
"You're right. Thanks."
Two of the Kid's top five films from last year, 'Pirates of the Caribbean' and 'Equilibrium' (both reviewed here), appeared earlier this month on DVD, cheap.
When I snatched those up, I asked Francis to remind me next time I looked greedy that I had just nibbled into April's music and film budget.
He gets a gold star for keeping his promise.
In any case, I saved money today by the simple expedient of being woken up early by the return of the Condition and feeling so nauseous for most of the morning that by the time I thought of having lunch and told Karin I was going to fetch my tray, my colleague informed me that it had been closed for an hour.
An hour I appear to have lost completely. I'd already shut my front door without my keys, but didn't find this out until tonight... Several other minor upsets followed.
All in all, it was a very rough day. I needed to sit down in the Métro coming home so much that I let two impossibly crowded trains through before being third time lucky, apart from the almost equally impossibly obese woman crushing a man opposite.
She was from one of those countries where many women seem to become huge in their 30s while most of the men seem to stay slim as rakes, had four massive rings squeezing her fat fingers and a piggy stare all, persistently, for me.
"Do you ever find people so ugly to look at that it makes you feel sick?" I asked the Wildcat, obviously not meaning those who are unwell themselves.
"Every day," she said, which I shouldn't have found reassuring, but did, while I also felt better for not having eaten any of the chocolate I'd last night again felt the urge to get for myself and friends at the Factory.
I still don't feel hungry and will only try to eat something anyway when I'm tired enough to sleep afterwards.
All moaning of this kind has felt sillier and more relative than ever since reading 'cancergiggles' properly on Monday and finally putting it in the blogroll.
I hope that the reason I've not been able to log back on to Cass's site for a couple of days is that he has attracted so much attention with his writing, including a press release, also on Monday, at 'pharmiweb'.
Checking the link led me to my latest encounter -- and a poetry contest -- at 'The Raving Atheist,' a site which must get a mention and describes itself as "an atheistic examination of the culture of belief: how religious devotion trivialises American law and politics".
As of this morning, I've completed another "meaning to". All the blogrolled links here which provide feeds are henceforth in my newsreader, among a total of 164 subscriptions. This may seem a heck of a lot, but sorting it out has already proved a considerable help in my daily check on friends and foes.
Plenty of people can change my outlook on life, including right-wingers with whom I disagree fundamentally. I've again forgotten whether to ask the Wildcat if she was so surprised at my boobied bloggers link because some of those people are in a totally different part of the political spectrum from the likes of ourselves...
Maybe there are exceptions to the "scarily simple" first of Charles Miller's Rules of Argument ('The Fishbowl'), holding that you "will never change anyone's mind on a matter of opinion", but I'm grateful to Rainer ('Solipsism Gradient') for an excellent link to some extremely sensible suggestions.
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