dubiouslog

Friday
I have to spend the morning at school, in pain.
I have to spend the afternoon in bed, bleeding.

Saturday
Avatar’s still sold out after a month and we have to preorder the tickets for Sunday.
We’d like to go to our usual bar to get a hot chocolate, but there are no more seats.
In another bar, I get a piece of chocolate cake so hard I could actually smash the fork on it with no result.
We end up spending a load of money.

Sunday
I’m being told I’m out of my own house.
There is a terrible argument in the family and many tears are shed.
The tech support calls my mom instead of me, the call ends before my mom could give my phone number. They called to tell the laptop’s ready and wanted to know when they could give it to me. They didn’t call again.

Monday
I take the train and go to the university planning to get the rent papers afterwards.
The class was postponed by a hour. Since at this point I couldn’t do both things, I went for the papers.
The agency didn’t have any papers. I threw away half a day for nothing.
When I got back at Jacopo’s, it was too late to call the other agency to get info about this other house.

Tuesday
I realize there are no classes today. I didn’t notice before because all I had was a photo of the calendar and that point was impossible to decipher.
I end up going anyway to Milan with Jacopo so to spend the morning together and then go home to get those papers.
Jacopo catches an awful flu and we have to run back. He’s currently in bed being miserable.

On Friday, I have an exam. That day, there is a public transportation strike.