So irritated. And bitchy too. About five minutes ago I sent TextbooksRus.com an email telling them I'd report them to the police if they did not comply with my demands. Maybe that was coming on a bit too strong. But still, I am very displeased with them. They've sent me two emails so far which pretty much say the same thing--which is that I could return the book (at my own expense, of course). Partly because it's infeasible for me to do that and partly because the principle of having to pay for something that was entirely the vendor's fault rankles me, I'm digging my heels.

I can't imagine that whichever idiot was responsible for ordering and/or misrepresenting the "new international editions" is having a fun time right now at that company. I can't be the only anal-retentive baby economist, after all.

Anyway, I'm presently using the space in between a math class and a math discussion to vegetate on the internet and not answer my mother's telephone call. No, I'm not screening. I'm in a library. I have courtesy, homies.

And before I forget, I would like to lament the murder of Hrant Dink, who was shot twice in the head (if I recall) outside his newspaper's headquarters in Turkey. An Armenian-Turkish journalist who advocated greater links between Turks and Armenians, and one of many journalists, writers and social scientists arrested over the past year for "insulting Turkishness", Mr. Dink's loss is something rather more than unfortunate in a state that could use every good mind and pen it can get its hands on and a society clinging to its awkward but immense nationalism.

That's all for today, loyal viewers. The past couple of days have been slow for Hasta la Byebye, but I know you'll be coming back. That said, peace out. (And hasta la byebye.)