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Yep, nothing much going on here. My flatmate lent me a novel which I've been reading quite aggressively(if you know what aggressive reading is then you're a better man than I). It's actually not the greatest book. Sometimes I think it's downright horrible, but othertimes I think it's so so.

I broke another dish. This time it was a Starbucks mug. The last two times it was a wine glass. I've only broken three dishes... that I'll admit to. The funny part is that they all belong to the same flatmate. There has been some theories of some sort of subconcious anemosity, maybe we should consult the flat psychiatrist(she's really a Doctor, she can perscribe drugs and the whole nine yards, although she's not qualified in british terms I can't see filipeno people as really that different from brits). Or, alternatively I could just go out and buy her a new mug.

On a brighter note, I successfully made schwienerschnitzel(pork schnitzel, as I like to call it pour man's schnitzel). I used a can of beans to tenderize the pork, it's probably good that I couldn't find any rocks in my room. being impatient and hungry I decided to forego the soaking in milk, also I couldn't come to terms with wasting that much milk. I also was able to find breadcrumbs! This made me incredibly happy, probably more than is healthy. It was in the stuffing section, I don't get these people. My flatmate had, with great relish, looked at me like I was crazy after my first sorti in search of breadcrumbs and described that it's not a european thing to sell ready made breadcrumbs. I am victorious. Interestingly enough it happens to be the same flatmate whose dishes I keep destroying... I'm sure it's just coincidence. Unfortunately, not thinking ahead I ended up eating my schnitzel at 930 at night with no side dishes. I'm trying to get back in the habit of my multivitamin.

other than that it's been pretty uneventful... yep.