Busy doing nothing.

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I woke up feeling exhausted this morning, and didn't start to feel any better. I procrastinated over my essay, had some lunch and chatted to Michael for most of the afternoon. When I went to the shops to buy some yoghurt I had to weave past two girls at the doors to Olimp who were brushing their hair in front of the glass. For every at least medium-sized outside mirror in Tver - maybe Russia - there is at least one girl looking at herself in it. I wonder how many women are late for meetings because they lost track of time while doing their make-up, and especially how many trams and trolleybuses have been missed because of high-heeled shoes.

I have to confess that the Olimp entrance always gets me too, so much so that I push the door handle rather than pull it at least twice a week.

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