The conspirational theories about the mother of one Jin Akanishi

So I . . .
- went to Prague
- saw 8 apartments - had a crazy Saturday in which I got to know what feels like all metro stations and many tram/bus stations of Prague and probably did like 50 km travelling around it
- found a flat and basically persuaded the guy that I am the one he wants to rent that room to
- mostly did it because one more day like that would kill me and the flat was mostly acceptable
- signed the contract today and gave my landlord “legal” advice on how to properly get around the law with less of a chance to get caught by tax control
- got home, did my hair, nails, laundry . . .


Nails are inappropriate for my job but. I got the nail polish from my sister for my birthday because she thinks my nail polish collection is boring. We are holding the job interviews for my successor this week at work, and I hate how it is going to go down bla bla basically this is me revolting. My nail polish is to tell the applicants to relax; it is not all as bonkers as it seems. Yeah the logic behind that.

I really, really need a good night sleep tonight. Oh there was supposed to be a mention of red library, historic, dirty and really hilarious novel in Czech somewhere in here.

A few pictures from Prague is over at sanslunettes. I have not been able to listen to all those voice posts that emerged, the plan is one every evening over the course of this week . . .