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Last night's meeting with Goran the Gorgeous Landlord and his wife Snezana was the acid test -- pardon the pun -- for the stomach pills I'm taking. Spaghetti arrabbiata and white wine, among other, though less toxic, delicacies. The pills passed the test. But now I'll be good again. Still, those peperoncini... *dreams*

Today's major embarrassment: there isn't enough money on the embassy's bank account to pay the local staff's salaries. Bugger. I already informed Vienna and asked them to send money asap, but it's going to be a week until it arrives. Very unpleasant, but there's nothing I can do at the moment.

Appointment with hairdresser at 10, for the usual dyeing and cutting. The hair grows during office hours, after all, so why not have it cut during office hours? Besides, I've already translated a newspaper article and written the report to go with it, and sent the lot off to Vienna. Which means I'm practically a saint, also because I told boss that I wouldn't have a problem with him extending his leave till the end of July, if he wants to. *polishes halo and grooms wingses*

French National Day reception tonight. What to wear? It's not that I have too few outfits, but choosing is tough, too...