Highlight of the day was an unmutilated Weimaraner. Dogdamn those bastards are sexy. I think she knew it, too. What a sweetie. If only I had the guts to approach people while there's a human holding their leads, but I haven't.

Machines hate me today, especially ATMs. They have picked today, when I need to pay for my treatment in cash tomorrow, to decide cash withdrawal is an invalid transaction for my card type. I've been happily using cash machines all week. What is up with that, you crazy machines. >:(

I'm sitting here in the hostel's hallway at the shared computer, eating apples, brazil nuts, gouda and local delicacy gingerbready things. I am drinking what I thought was chocolate soy milk, but has turned out to be chocolate chip yoghurt drink. What is up with that, you crazy Poles. <3

Still reading Aberystwyth 2. Next it's Dragon, which is one of the Vlad books I remember enjoying least (except for Teckla), though I've no idea if I'll have a different view this time around.

Speaking of Teckla, it's not that the idea wasn't a good one. The socialist (or whatever it is!) theory colliding with a fantasy world in which The Gods really did Decree that these are the ruling classes, and they really ARE genetically different to the peasantry, is a great topic. But I don't remember it being gone into in any depth. I just remember lots of mushy stuff, which is convincing (unsurprisingly - the book was a pretty thin veneer for Brust's personal issues of the time) but ultimately mushy stuff still.

My mouth seems just about complete, with a scale and polish and the last amalgams vanquished today. Don't know what we might be doing tomorrow, apart from that I have to make a hole-in-the-wall machine obey my iron whim so I can pay these lovely laydees. Grr. I don't even know how many Polski shinies I can withdraw every day, so I don't know if I'll have enough. Woulda liked to find that out today instead of tomorrow. DAMN THE MACHIIIINE