The UiT boligkontor answered my prayers and put in a narrow but long desk by the window of the visiting-scientist-apartment where I am staying for the next 3 weeks. I know You might tire of my repeating this, but I LOVE IT HERE! Aaaaahwhwhhahahwhahhahhahahaaaaaa!

I have to admit, ever since my dreams didn't come true, I have been a lot less tense. I vacillate between interpreting this as my having lost all hope, because nothing actually really matters anymore, and as a healthy embracing of my not-quite-dreamlike-but-also-not-a-nightmare status quo.

The elderly woman I walked back from the voting place this evening not only at length expounded the benefits of singledom ("Men just add work. They're like a second job. Now you can go home, eat what you want, listen to what you want, go to bed when you want. It's better."); she was also radically classist ("there are hardly any Varsovians in Warsaw anymore! It wasn't like this in the old days! They came here, to the schools, where they got special treatment, because, you know, they were 'disadvantaged', and they stayed. You really can't count on anyone with a sense of community anymore. No one helps anyone.") as well as shockingly straightforward regarding abortion ("She has 10 kids. Her husband, he didn't let her terminate any of her pregnancies. Her breasts are a disaster, of course she breastfed all of them.").