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That is what happens when I forget to switch language settings. The title I thought I typed was "Several words"

Some more weird words to remember:

Fustilarian – one who pursues worthless objects or aims
Glump – a sulking crank (I love this one! It seems actually usable – to describe me some days).

Again I had a thought that I was planning to write down the whole day, but as I am sitting here and writing, it is nowhere near my head. I remember some concerns about commenting, and how I am terrified of saying something wrong – in a sense of appearing to be a stupid troll or hurting someone with a thoughtless joke, or too harshly expressed opinion. So, from time to time I feel like hiding under a rock. Then, of course, I decide that hiding is boring and don’t solve anything, and I am strolling around it proudly. Then I would write something that looks like a brilliant idea in my head, but wouldn’t get a reaction, and begin to doubt myself again. You see: glump.

I was looking for something yesterday, and had to go through boxes with books. We still have our books in boxes after moving to Toronto – less dust, books are catalogued and easy to find, and we don’t have bookshelves, anyway. True, but it turned out I’ve completely forgotten about books that we have. I had a lot to read all this time, but seeing all these unread books lying there forgotten made me… Made me wonder when will I have read them all. Ten boxes – most of them acquired in Canada, but also a great number brought from Russia – enough to make our friends to roll their eyes at us ( and that is without all that we left back there with a heavy feeling). Why is there no time to read all the books one wants to?