Getting annoying.

And again, this wonderful post, I even looked up the right way to spell résumé in the online dictionairy, 'cos here we call it CV and I couldn't figure out where on which vowel I had to put an accent or not.

I could, of course, write it again. But when my computer has beaten me, I get stressed. No, I will retreat to my couch and dive in some book with a steaming cup of relaxing tea. No post about résumé's or volunteering work today.

(Maybe I should make a habit of saving what I write before publishing the posts...)

Who's law is this again?

I made this beautifull post about my upcoming first day at my new volunteer job and my crushing fears about it. But, of course, my computer crashed. All bad things always happen at once. Right.

I think I might will head for that underground cave with central heating after all...

Btw,

Juveniledelinquents, is that one word?

Black Mail.

New Year seems to be the night for all local juveniledelinquents in and around these flats. All kinds of exploding stuff and a solid concreet staircase, fourteen stories high, that makes one heck of a sound. Not to mension the steel rows of letterboxes on every floor. I was, probably, the only one stupid enough not to empty it on the 30th. So when I picked up the mail today I found a black stain on the used-to-be-greyish side of the letterbox. And inside all was covered in red-brown yellowish dust. Lots of dust. And lots of smell.

All I though was: 'It's intact! Someone threw fireworks in here and the mail hasn't even caught fire!'