Snail mail?

Still no Bucket back. The part was sent from Oslo by mail wednesday, and usually that means it gets there by the next day, and especially when we're talking of a distance about 30 minutes.

So... Basically, I want to yell at the world "You've got to be fuckin' kiddin' me! I could have WALKED it over in a couple of hours!" Of course, I would have had the wits to take the train or something, but generally speaking, I could have gotten the part there by using only my feetses. Sheesh! I thought snail mail was just metaphorically speaking, I had no idea they actually strapped the envelopes to poor little squealing snails who has to snail it along to its destination.

I.don't.like.stress.

And having to wait till monday and then probably finding out that the part got lost in the mail is absolutely classified as stress. Big stress, because I have to walk home from work tomorrow. We've borrowed a car for getting me there, but so far no luck getting any transportation home. That's 50 minutes on very sore feet. Ow. And they've predicted snow for tomorrow. But the cue word is "predicted". For all I know, it could mean sunny and warm. The forecast I read was actually quite entertaining, it said they were expecting ANY weather. Snow, rain, hail, frogs... yeah.

Oh, and IF we're lucky and have the Bucket back on Monday I'll either spend my birthday on a bus and train and then hopefully Bucket and ferry, or waiting home alone for Love while he's doing that scheme. O joy of joys!
Which means either way I'll feel sorry for myself and totally binge on the sweets we have available (and after the recent Denmark trip, that's a nice amount now), and then swear to never eat anything ever again afterwards. Which will last perhaps an hour until I find more sweets stashed away somewhere else and... No, not really. I only stash them one place, and there are two locket doors between me and those sweets. That's usually enough.

Oh yeah, school is really fun these days also. I have a big test on tuesday, where we've had next to no lectures and two of the three books in that subject is... horseshit! I've had my share of mumbo-jumbo fog-speak books, but these two are riddiculous. Why bother writing so many words when saying so little? OK, so perhaps the title "The philosophy of art, an introduction to aestethics" is a hint. Suure... Iih. But speaking of which... I need to keep reading. Ugh.