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†001 - What do they expect me to do?
Dec. 23rd, 2009 06:11 pm[Romania's elections have recently taken place, with some odd results. Two major parties tied and in an attempt to help political and economical situations, the country has declared a New Centralist government, definitely in contrast of their past communist government. However, this new turn has left the capital feeling rather off and somewhat ill. Mihail has taken to reclining on his couch, trying to settle his churning stomach and battling a very persistent headache. After all, there's obvious unrest at home and he can feel all of it.
As of now, he's curled up in a parka (real fur-lined, indeed) and in more nauseous moments, he seems to think a glass of absinthe can help, so he's been making return trips to the kitchen and thus, slowly draining an absinthe bottle. He's confused enough that he doesn't realize it's only making him feel worse. Hopefully, things will die down over Christmas enough for a reprieve, but there doesn't seem to be any signs of that.]
As of now, he's curled up in a parka (real fur-lined, indeed) and in more nauseous moments, he seems to think a glass of absinthe can help, so he's been making return trips to the kitchen and thus, slowly draining an absinthe bottle. He's confused enough that he doesn't realize it's only making him feel worse. Hopefully, things will die down over Christmas enough for a reprieve, but there doesn't seem to be any signs of that.]
