Strange days

If lately you have spotted a relatively young woman striding the streets of Helsinki and shaking her fist to the sky, it has probably been me. This time last year the sun was where it's supposed to be, that is, clearly visible and shining like there was no tomorrow. I mean, where does the snow come from? There simply can't be any more left up there, can there?

The overall greyness has prolonged my hibernation. Part of me is all ready for the spring, bouncing back and forth and yammering incoherently, the other part is still convinced that sunset happens precisely at 4 p.m and that it's bedtime at 8. The result is that I've been sleepwalking for the past couple of weeks, got nothing done and can't even be arsed to find it annoying. Go away clouds! I want my energy back!

Stupid weather.

Lately I've also come to the conclusion that I spend far too much time online. On Saturday we received a feedback from one of our customers saying among other things, and I quote, "What about the finish pankaka? Why wasn't there anything written about German history between 1939-45?" the rest being similar nonsense in Swedish and English, and my first knee-jerk reaction was to start going through all the Herzeleid.com forum users in my mind to find out who the culprit was. I did some creative googling and the email the prankster/nutjob had provided doesn't exist - a shame, really, because I so wanted to send them a response.

Dear Sir/Madam,

It has come to our attention that concerns have been voiced about the pancake we offer to our esteemed customers every Thursday... And so on.

And that wasn't even the worst waste of paper we've received over the years. There was one sad soul who a couple of years back filled the A4 with frantic stream of consciousness, beginning from the 60's when they studied to be a doctor (wonderful, don't you think?) and ending up in them telling us that there's too much driving around in lorries and throwing of candy, quite probably referring to the ending of high school festivities, but then again, who knows? They also wanted to change the "red and black," so yeah.

In other news, I'm off to my parent's summer house for a couple of days at the end of the week so that I can eat too much mutton and sit in a sauna until we either run out of wood to heat it or it's time to come home again.

And I have a job interview on the 25th. I have absolutely nothing to wear.



Today's top tracks:
Placebo: Taste In Men. The song haunted me for so long that I had to go and get the album.
Kent: Om du var här. I shouldn't enter any store selling anything remotely resembling CDs as I not only bought the Placebo disc but also Kent and Die Toten Hosen. *Ahem* In my defence, they are all second-hand so I was only doing the world a favour, right?