A special Monday night edition:
The Vietnamese lady at the Vecerka and I are old buddies. When I shuffled in for a solitary bottle of Moravian red, she gave me a 'free present' of highly addictive coconut-milk-roasted peanuts. They were gone within ten minutes, along with half the bottle. Sad, I know. If only I had some pot..
I had some sort of a mini meltdown this evening, highly discouraging since deadline day is still so distant. It only takes one Telefonica O2 lady to ruin your day: apparently, I owe 6500 CZK (roughly $325) by noon tomorrow. It's not that my bill is past due, in fact, I haven't even received a statement yet. It''s just that I'm a new customer and my long distance fees are so high that Telefonica can't distribute the pleasures of their telephone towers unless I guarantee my allegiance by paying up at high noon. So much for service. In these parts, it's the customer's job to oil up the provider.
But I knew this. I'm only pissed off because, while everyone demands my money, no one is giving me any. Today I presented the Post finance dept. with a "bill" demanding an April paycheck and have yet to hear back. I haven't even formed a plan of action for the 25,000 CZK I'm owed for May. 
In the evening I fought with Cathal about absolutely nothing. We never fight. He thinks I dropped him for a job that I don't even like. Ah, ambition. Plague of relationships.