Argentine Postal System

So Argentina generally moves at a slower pace than the rest of the world. Well, except for the taxis and buses that hurtle along desperately competing to break all land speed records. Had a demonstration today of just how badly organised some things are though when I went to post a parcel today... Okay, in fairness the parcel is a large box - named, with great insight, Box - that has essentially vast amounts of clothing inside and the odd bean-bag (minus stuffing) for good measure. The usual stuff when you pick up when you travel, eh. Anyway, lug Box to post office, haul up to the counter, and tell the guy there that yes, I want to post it to Inglaterra. Guy informs me that there is only one post office in the whole of Buenos Aires that posts parcels over 2kg and that is on the other side of the city and closes in ten minutes.
Have thus returned to hostel armed with Box, that is mocking me gently from the corner of the room. Cursed thing.
Good news of the day: think new dress may actually work. Had my doubts, still having doubts in some part of my mind, but will get to see the completed item tomorrow and assess it properly. It is so fitted I hardly dare eat incase I put on a scrap of weight in the next few months... hardly dare eat, she says, surrounded by chocolate wrappers and yogurt pots. Close call between 'keeping strength up' and 'not becoming lardy'. Need a gym. Sigh.
As an aside: really, who does the writing for Dawson's Creek. Absolutely horrendous. Know I've written some rubbish in my time but nothing close to the overly dramatic statements and guaranteed tears-every-episode trash that is churned out here.
That's it. Off to floss. Discovered the Fun Of Flossing the other day and have rapidly developed addiction. Good stress-reliever, and doesn't have same negative impact as chocolate. Can one over-floss??