A minor miracle happened today. Paprika Pringles turned up in Denmark. I have been looking for them for years and years and years, since tasting them while visiting Skye in the Netherlands. They have never been available in Denmark. Until now. My dad found them in Bilka. He was nice enough to buy a couple of tubes for me. He knew I had been looking and searching. They’re “Red Paprika”, I’m not sure they’re 100% the same. But close enough! Mmm Paprika Pringles. The waiting is over.

I am also well pleased with the card I got from Laura today. Thank you Laura! A beautiful and sweet goat card. What could be better than that?

I have spent most of the day today arranging my music. And even listening to it, as time permitted. I used to have all my music on the old computer, but since I sold that to my parents I needed to bring it all over to my current PC. Today I finally got it all arranged and ready for listening. I was going to install Winamp, but then I found that the media library on Windows Media Player (series 9, nothing new or fancy. What’s it up to these days? Series 11 I think. Pfft) was rather smart. And so I proceeded to make tons of playlists. So now I have a bunch of music all ready to be heard, how sweet a sound it is. All the new Smashing Pumpkins shows. And some old ones to boot. What is the point of music if no one listens to it? If a band falls in the forest when no one is around, does it make a sound? Things to ponder.

On Monday I have a meeting at TMU. See the gang again. I have to give the okay for the papers that Trine have written. So they can be sent on in the system, and hopefully gain me retirement. And I also have to talk to the physio therapisty type person. So that’ll be fun and games. And on Tuesday I’m going furniture shopping again. My dad needs a lamp and asked if I wanted to come along. I could use another table, in the empty spot next to the computer table. And a table next to my bed. Possibly some drawers for clothes. Possibly a TV table. Possibly another shelf. But we’ll see what they have. You know the old “how many clowns can you get into a car” routine? I shall make a “how much furniture can you cram into Plume’s appartment” routine and tour the world. It’s performance art, at least that’s what I’ll say when people look at me puzzled and ask “what’s all this then?”.

What else? I had to buy a new alarm clock. I woke up late (fairly) yesterday and looked at the clock. 0:00 blinking at me. At first I thought there might have been a power outage and that had reset the clock. But turns out the wires were loose. Everytime I pulled at it, it would reset itself and blink at me as if trying to provoke an epileptic attack so it could escape unharmed. No, that’s a weird line of thought. Sorry. Anyway. It’s not like I usually have to get up at a specific time. But I do like to have a working alarm clock, so that I don’t sleep the day away. And on Monday for example I need to get up at a proper time so I can get to TMU at the appointed hour. So I bought myself a new alarm clock. Good thing they’re cheap. I’m buying too many appliances these days. Toasters and ovens and clocks, oh my. Sometimes I feel like moving into a cabin in the woods and just sit by the light of the fireplace and enjoy the silence. Electricity is the devil’s work. But then I probably wouldn’t survive long without a computer. Maybe some day. When society collapses and we have to rebuild everything by hand. Then I’ll take the chance to slip out un-noticed and that cabin will be mine.

I think that’s all for today. May your dust bunnies be happy and leave you little treats of chocolate under your pillows. Aloha.

I remember one of the last updates I made before I moved to the new appartment, I was talking about how I was never going to hear the rain on the roof again. But it turns out that there is no problem at all. It rained last night, it rained a lot. And even though I, for obvious reasons, could not hear it hit the roof, I could still hear it loud and clear outside. I love lying in bed and listening to the rain, that much has not changed.

Today I went to the post office to pick up the piece of mail from Corrie. I was expecting a little letter but it turned out to be a GIANT box. Well maybe not GIANT but certainly rather large. A beautiful scented candle and a candle cup holder tingie. Sweet. My appartment shall be smelling lovely from now on. Of cedar and oakmoss. And even better she included some old stuff that I sent to her once upon a time in the dark ages when people actually sent real mail to each other. Back when the mailman didn’t have to worry about getting bit by a dog, but he did have to worry about getting eaten by a T Rex. Or something like that. Anyway, it was some incredibly sweet stuff that brought back a ton of memories. Amazing. Thank you Corrie!

For those of you who don’t know, ie all of you probably, Corrie was the first person I spoke to online. She made me download AIM and the rest is history. Long and complicated. But she definitely has a big part in The Personal History Of Plume, as my book shall be called. Some day, maybe. She was also the reason I got started writing on diaryland, which in time lead to this here blogging. Yup.

Anyway, that’s all for today. Cheerio.