Sanity is overrated. Coherent entries aren't. But I can't provide either.

[ridicully]

I'm back from Vienna. Somewhat blurry proof that I was there:
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I'm also back from another day at work. And I feel entitled to a bit of whining. Not so much because I had to work on a holiday - after all I don't really know why it *is* a holiday - but because a dog shat in my face. I feel this is a sentence that bears repeating in italics. A dog shat in my face.
A WHW-Terrier pup, its diarrhea and me trying to get its temperature didn't mix very well. I think this ought to make me question my chosen profession more than it did.

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[cluegirl.livejournal.com]

*Stares at Stephansplatz longingly...*

There's a tiny little fabric shop at the end of a microscopic alley off the street where the carriage horses stand, which had the most exquisite Indian brocade silks I'd ever seen in my life. I found it my first day there, and I couldn't buy any because I didn't know how far I was going to have to make my budget stretch for the next two weeks.

I never found it again, and in fact, don't think I could do so at gunpoint now. It seems to have been one of those passing moments you look back on all your life...

Thanks for reminding me.

And about the terrier? Ew. MAJOR condolences there.

[ridicully]

I was probably one of those shops. Selling exactly what you like and vanishing after you've left them.
Vienna seems to be just the place for them.

[tviokh.livejournal.com]

So sorry about the dog...incident...but the mental image made me laugh.
Repeatedly.

Tell me, did the thermometer go flying or did it just sort of, um, fall out?

[ridicully]

Sure, just laugh about my pain *g*

To satisfy your curiosity: the thermometer more or less just slipped out. Mainly because it served as a sort of valve and after I was hit, I didn't really try to keep it in any more. I wonder why,...

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GAS MASKS!! GAS MASKS!!! ***