What the Hell?
So I get to work and realize my closet’s door isn’t opening. After several attempts I finally manage to get it open, but in the process I discover that mysteriously the lower part of the door isn’t attached to where it’s supposed to be. It’s one of those ‘roll to the side’ kind of doors and the lower wheels for some obscure reason weren’t in place. Since I’m fairly certain that I didn’t decide to take them out for a walk, and since doors sure as Hell don’t detach themselves on their own (if they do, I’m callin’ Ghostbusters right now!), I think someone tried to break into my closet while I wasn’t here.
The reason why I’m thinking this is that I’d noticed a couple of times before that my lock seemed to have been forced (it was hard to open the lock using the key all of the sudden). That was just me being paranoid, I thought at the time, but this door thing was pretty obvious. I must say this is the least discreet burglar of all time.
Anyway, I’m wondering what the heck they want from my closet. There’s no money or valuables there. Also, no porn. Sorry mister pervert burglar. 
Unless someone is really craving for some crackers or bottled water (those I actually have in there) I really fail to see the point of trying to break in there.
Maybe I should put a mild electrified field on the closet (it’s made of metal), so they’d get a little zap whenever they tried. *starts plotting evilly*
Wowo Land
My latest days have been chaotic. Work has been plenty. We’ve had to do a ton of extra hours (just Monday we did almost half a week worth of hours), worked Saturday, and yesterday we left work after 3 am. So I haven’t had time for much and I really just want to sleep. And then sleep some more. And a massage, because my back is killing me.
Sunday I went to the Oriental Museum. There’s some cool stuff there, mostly unlabled items, so we didn’t know what we were looking at 80% of the time. Also there were way too many people – it was the opening weekend and the entrance was free. I’ll e-mail the Foundation responsible for the Museum a couple of suggestions of things we thought were missing, namely, having labels explaining what each item is, and something like arrows on the floor that people can follow because the place is like a maze. I’ll have to go back sometime to take more photos because the camera I took was low on battery and the large crowd didn’t make taking photos easy.
Been reading manga on my way to and from work lately. Finished the first issue of Chunchu and of Claymore, and am now moving on to Blame!. So far my idea of Blame! is that, despite the art being good, the fight scenes are too long. I’m at the very beginning so I can be wrong on the long run, though.
I’m thinking of buying Wii Fit. I’ve been wanting to exercise and since sometimes I have no clue when I’ll be off work, paying for a gymnasium fee doesn’t feel like a smart move right now. Plus, I get bored easily, so going on my own, I would definitely need to be practicing something like a martial art (Kendo or Tai Chi would be nice) or a team sport so I’d have a goal – either learning something or playing. I can’t stand the thought of running in the same place like a hamster, plus I don’t dance. With a Wii Fit, wouldn’t need to head off anywhere after or before work, and I’d make my own exercise schedule. It’s all sounding good, so I might cough up the 95 euros the thing costs over at Fnac.
I am slowly turning into a barrel of fat, also due to eating unhealthy food and the aforementioned lack of exercise. This usually means I’m feeling down – getting the urge to constantly eat junk. Also, my knee problem was a lot better in the days I was walking like crazy in Munich – these are all signs that I need to start taking care of myself better. Maybe it will boost my self esteem in the process.
Speaking of self esteem, something’s been on my mind lately. I keep wondering why people don’t take initiative about things they want for themselves. I never understood that. Is it that they don’t want to go through the trouble of it? Or that they might dislike the consequences thus lowering their own self-liking? Hm. In any case it’s much too of a late hour for me to trying to make sense out of it.
God, lack of sleep makes me emo. I need to snap out of it because I’m anticipating a huge amount of work. All to be done in less than two weeks. I smell more late nights.
Sigh.
Nothin’ Here But Us Chickens…
Okay, so I was wrong. We’re still at work and there’s no estimation on when we’re going home.
My desk is starting to look mighty comfortable now… =_= Gimme a pillowwwww….
