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Was at the Lansing Mall for a couple days of classes related to my new job. Just got back tonight. Decided to stay at a hotel for the duration when I realized I'd have to be there at 10 when the mall opened. Reveals something of my priorities, that I paid at least as much for a hotel room as what I earned for being there in the first place. All that for an extra 45 minutes of sleep each morning. Even then I was late my first day.
Tuesday after some trouble I eventually found the only two used bookshops I was to visit. But by the time I arrived they were both closed. Today the class finished a little early and I drove to Curious Book Shop next to campus. Didn't leave with anything; couldn't quite talk myself into a thick history of Norway. Then to Archives Book Shop down the street, where I had just enough time before close to discover a couple of postcards of Frogner Park in Oslo. Don't know why exactly I was drawn to things Norwegian at each stop. Nostalgia maybe.
Was consistently depressed about my situation for the duration of my short visit to our capital, more so than has been the norm recently. Didn't drink anything while I was there, which was perhaps a mistake.
Frogner Park (though not my postcards):
