Hrmph

...perfectly expresses the mood I'm in. No idea why, I guess I'll just blame the old hormones. And I didn't sleep too well -- night wasn't as cool as anticipated, and rather stuffy. Maybe the fact that I finished season 3 of M.A.S.H. yesterday somehow contributed to hrmph mood, because I really didn't want Henry Blake to die. I bloody liked Henry Blake.
Besides, today is one of those days where, by some whimsical decision of fate, appointments have decided to crop up, so the whole bloody day is full of them, plus I have to accompany boss to an appointment with the minister of finance (we've been trying to get it for 6 weeks!), and it's at 5 p.m.! Which wouldn't be such a problem, if I didn't have to go to a farewell party at 8, which means no sports and little time at home. I like the occasional no sports day, but I want it to be my own choice, not dictated by the whimsical fates.
Can you see I'm being grumpy?
But, I got tomorrow off work, thanks to lovely boss. Today will have to be survived and might, as such days usually do, go by more quickly and be much less annoying than grumpy mood makes me think it will be.

Picspam

The Austrian Federal Chancellor Werner Faymann and his Macedonian counterpart Nikola Gruevski at a meeting on 27 August in Salzburg.
The beginning of a marvellous friendship...
Since neither politician speaks good English -- how did they communicate? Or maybe they merely looked into each other's eyes...
Please note that Gruevski, the rightist-nationalist poltician, is wearing a red tie, whereas Faymann the socialist is wearing a black (or dark grey) one. Maybe they swapped ties?
And later on Gruevski, who probably doesn't know the difference between a saxophone and a violin, had to sit through Gounod's Roméo et Juliette. I have to admit (though not shamefully) that the idea makes me snicker in unholy glee.