Cav's Place

About a month and a half ago, I ordered some books. A bookstore from here that also has books in English was offering a 15% discount on all on-line orders, which made the prices more acceptable, so I took a look and picked a few things. Couldn’t find what was at the top of my list, but did find books two to four from the Age of Unreason series, so I added those because I read the first one some years ago and was still interested in the rest. Then, after browsing several times through everything that was in the acceptable price range in any of the categories that could possibly interest me, also added The Children of Húrin, more as an afterthought. Then I waited…
It did say that none of the books were in stock at the moment and that delivery would take 15 to 60 days, while the confirmation e-mail also mentioned the possibility of extending the waiting period to ten weeks or more, or even canceling the delivery if their suppliers no longer have the ordered items in stock either, in which case I’ll be notified. It also said I should e-mail them if I need the items delivered in less than 60 days, so they’ll try to estimate a more exact date and see if they can meet my demands. But since I was in no hurry, I just waited, expecting them to contact me in some way and let me know when the delivery is going to be made.

Well, they didn’t. I had just woken up today and at that exact moment was completely naked, in between getting out of pajamas and changing into my day clothes, when I heard impatient knocking on my door. I call out “wait” and grab my shorts and underwear. The underwear falls on the floor and I leave it there as I quickly get my shorts on, since by that time dad had already opened the door a little. I then grab my t-shirt, ask him what’s up while putting that on as well and he says there’s a delivery guy at the door, saying something about some books.
I figure out what that must be about and rush out, wondering if I didn’t put something on backwards, seeing as I got dressed without as much as a glance. (Somehow, I didn’t.) Of course I was as panicky and shaky as you’d expect me to be when needing to interact with someone I don’t know, obviously acted quite weird with the guy, even made a mistake in writing my name on the form he gave me, but eventually got the books and that’s what matters. Now all that’s left is remembering the details of Newton’s Cannon, since I read it five or six years ago and can’t seem to find a good synopsis…

In other news, just as I was pleased to notice that the plants outside had somehow managed to cover that dreadful fence yet again, I now see that a part of it has been uncovered again, the plants being torn off just as before. I can only assume that the rest will once again be torn off as well over the next few days… Really have to wonder why does this woman like to see a barbed wire fence instead of an apparently live fence, not to mention all the other benefits those plants bring.

And on a very personal note… I have a very clear sense of impending doom and feel like I’m the target of a large conspiracy that pretty much everyone I ever thought was or could have been close to me is part of. Now I wouldn’t usually call myself paranoid, but this feeling has been getting more and more pronounced over the past couple of months, now being quite off the charts already.
But I do seem to have reasons to feel that way… Firstly, and likely most importantly, Jen apparently deciding to no longer talk to me just after saying she’ll be visiting London this summer. (I think she just left today, in fact.) And since that’s where Andra is, I’m putting two and two together. Of course, based on what I know, she stopped talking to her when she left, after marrying Dave, and hasn’t restored contact since, but it’s not like she’d tell me if they did talk again, or if she simply found out something new about Andra, so I can’t rely on that… Either way, I can add the more frequent fights and apparently more noticeable disagreements with Andreea, Nadia apparently deciding to stop talking to me as well after I told her something I really don’t think could have bothered her, considering what I know of her, Susana showing up a month after I last saw her on-line and saying she’s certain I hate her… And all of this comes after the earlier issues with Elena G., who added me as a friend on Facebook when I bumped into her on there, didn’t reply to my messages and then put me on ignore with no explanation. And, more recently, there’s also Liz announcing that her new boyfriend wants children and she’s considering adoption. Though that’s different because I stopped talking to her because of it instead of the other way around.
So that basically leaves me howling at the moon… Catching Ami on messenger a few times last month was a very pleasant surprise, and her assuring me, after I mentioned these other things to her, that we’re definitely still on speaking terms seemed like really good news, but that was three weeks ago and since then she hasn’t appeared on messenger again and didn’t even reply to most of the messages I sent her on Facebook. Which apparently leaves Sandra as the only person willing to put up with talking to me when I happen to catch her on, and “put up with” may really be the right term, seeing as those conversations never were really personal and therefore can’t produce any noticeable feeling of closeness.
And, of course, I’m more and more worried about what could be going on with Andra with every day that passes…