Been apartment-hunting for two days two days ago. Got exhausted and stressed out like never before, to the point of overload.

Met a girl, Alyona, during the hunt. She was a host at the hostel I was staying in. I'm not sure I can say all the right things about her, but I have to let it out because in a week's time it will blur, so I'm going to say this:

She was a philologist (lingustics + literature), so I had a chance to talk to her about humanities, which she was passionate about. That was good. She treated me well right from the start, which I don't get very often. She also had an impact on my life despite being in it for less than twenty four hours. She accomplished it by revealing to me something I never considered: that I might be tired and stressed - both notions I apparently have been trying to escape. When I couldn't figure out why I had no appetite and no desire to sleep despite running around all day, she noticed that I'm "on alert", which finally got me thinking about needing - not having to have occasionally - some rest. Overall, she was good to me, and I appreciated that.

Also noticing that my music library for four years ago compared to today's is much more grim and down-tone, and at times outright depressing.

Out for now. Back when I have things worthy writing about.