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It's the ultimate jinx!*
Aug. 29th, 2007 12:18 pmOh deary Kit-kat, didn't you know? Saying "It couldn't possibly be worse" automatically jinx it so that it can be. It's like the internet law of fanfiction: if you can think of the pairing, there's a fic about it.
I'm sending a ludicrous amount of money (2 euros) for a measly half hour of internet to tell you all that I'm in Amsterdam for the day (but not the night) and that I have no idea what to do at all today. I've called an agency in Den Haag, which says, basically, "Tough shit, ducky, no rooms till October".
I then looked on websites for rooms. That proved a bit more fruitfull, as I found 4 that were ok (one was even furnished!), starting Sept 1, 11 or 15 or thereabouts (look, I'm desperate, ok?). But I don't know what the point of that is anyway, because I think I'm basically going to say yes to the first room I view tomorrow, right the second I put my foot in the door.
Lotte (highschool friend) emailed yesterday saying she'd call yesterday, but hasn't. And I can't actually call Alberto till he's out of the office, which is 6 pm, and I won't be talking with mom 'til night either, and my brother's been tryin to call me for days but a) I was asleep or b) his internet was down due to storms. So I am very much alone right now.
So I don't know what to do now, or later, or about the rooms, or in general terms or anything.
The only thing I know is that at some point I'm going to have to eat and go to the bathroom - did you know that they actually *charge* for bathroom use here? At public bathrooms! Like, the trains station and even once at a bar, the charge 50 cents. Eeeevil.
I also know that if I actually stop walking, which I've been doing non-stop today (and actually for the past 7 days now, so that that first step out of the bed every morning brings on stabity-stabs of pain), if I actually pause and think, I'm going to start crying, really seriously crying, and I won't be able to stop.
As it is, I manage to get by on leaky-faucet mode.
* Buffy, BtVS
I'm sending a ludicrous amount of money (2 euros) for a measly half hour of internet to tell you all that I'm in Amsterdam for the day (but not the night) and that I have no idea what to do at all today. I've called an agency in Den Haag, which says, basically, "Tough shit, ducky, no rooms till October".
I then looked on websites for rooms. That proved a bit more fruitfull, as I found 4 that were ok (one was even furnished!), starting Sept 1, 11 or 15 or thereabouts (look, I'm desperate, ok?). But I don't know what the point of that is anyway, because I think I'm basically going to say yes to the first room I view tomorrow, right the second I put my foot in the door.
Lotte (highschool friend) emailed yesterday saying she'd call yesterday, but hasn't. And I can't actually call Alberto till he's out of the office, which is 6 pm, and I won't be talking with mom 'til night either, and my brother's been tryin to call me for days but a) I was asleep or b) his internet was down due to storms. So I am very much alone right now.
So I don't know what to do now, or later, or about the rooms, or in general terms or anything.
The only thing I know is that at some point I'm going to have to eat and go to the bathroom - did you know that they actually *charge* for bathroom use here? At public bathrooms! Like, the trains station and even once at a bar, the charge 50 cents. Eeeevil.
I also know that if I actually stop walking, which I've been doing non-stop today (and actually for the past 7 days now, so that that first step out of the bed every morning brings on stabity-stabs of pain), if I actually pause and think, I'm going to start crying, really seriously crying, and I won't be able to stop.
As it is, I manage to get by on leaky-faucet mode.
* Buffy, BtVS
