Grey.

Today was just a day. Bun, the cat, managed to get into the livingroom during the night. By using superior ninja-cat skills. (Jumping on a small 10x15cm end of a cardboard box, vaulting over a big wooden barrier thingy.) He managed to get hair on all the fresh clothes, on the computerchair, the sofa, the carpets... Then of course he panicked as he was on the wrong side of a door from where the food bowl was. Se he mewed from like five in the morning until I finally got up and figured out what was going on.

Later a small child outside apparently, from the noise, cut his leg off and ate it. Bleeding to death, whilst being attacked by stray ants and zombies did seem to take a while. Again, this was speculation from the amount of noise this child was making.

Turned out his family was going on vacation, and he didn't want to go. So this somehow led to him screeming for over two hours, whilst trying to unpack the car the rest of the family was packing. How the hell did they deem this ok at 8 in the morning? They didn't manage to leave until 10:12. By then I was up, and fuming. Why do I not keep a shotgun for these circumstances? Nevermind the zombie uprising.

Rest of the day has been spent battling the "CrapIhavetogetshitdonethisinstant!"-emotion and the "Fuckitallitdoesn'tmatteranyway". Ok. So today was just a really crappy day from the lack of sleep, allergies and alot of training cramps. But hot poo. I just want a semi-productive middle ground.

Made some vegitarian gumbo. Stole some cookies I shouldn't. Enjoyed alot of good tea. Took some pictures, but I havn't gotten around to figure out the link-from-photobucked thing yet. Shouldn't be hard.

Enjoyed alot of QI. Played some guitar. Got through two chapters of Dead Space. Only two left. Dang. Not at all a good thing to play late in the evening. Cleaned the appartment.

But mainly, had unnecessary fighting going on in my head.

Reboot.

Alrighty.

Trying to get myself to type again. It's not all that easy. I stopped because there was just no energy left in me to do it. Now I need to find my way back into a more active life. Not that I havn't been active as hell, but, since I lived through the stress and insomnia I have now found myself carrying around a slight fear of... just doing things. Especially typing and reading has felt very uncomfortable.

But, if I'm supposed to do some actual blogging and not just sad nagging, I should do it properly. I shall see if I can't take a page (ahem, pun, argh.) from my very, very good friend Mr. Gul and get around to adding some pictures and whatnot.

So as to actually be able to make the damn thing interesting, readable and actually worth your while.

Shouldn't be hard as I bring a camera with me everywhere. I just don't use it. Or... I've stopped using it. Hmm.

Right. I am now off to have a look at, I think, photobucket. Whilst practicing some licks, sending an e-mail to the course councelor at KTH and watching some more of the gloriousness that is QI with Stephen Fry,

Ass = Hat, Apples = Bad.

Another week has passed. 12 of them have passed with me not even noticing. I'm still in the back seat of, myself?

Actually had a really good week at work. I've really only had good weeks all semester. Really, mostly good weeks since I started. Except being underpayed and exhausted. But it really is overall fun. I need to remember that.

Saw grandad yesterday. Bought him his three-weekly case of beer. I love grandad, and I enjoy spending time with him. I wish he really wouldn't just scoff me off when I tell him that. On the other hand, I know I would if I was in his position.

Today I finally got my ass of to the gym. That is why I am wearing my ass as a hat. I only went for the basic gymnasics routine. I felt a right git and a twat the first 20 minutes. Doing slightly dancy moves with, well, alot of old ladies. And a lesbian couple. Which stared at me like I was something horrible that had crawled in. But 2/3 through I was really struggling with my body. Mentally, I'm still in Taekwon-do mode. And as I realised every time I had been sick and missed some TKD lessons... I tend to over excert myself.

I did today. Argh. Erkg... and other noises.

My friend Thobi came over as he had some time that needed killing and we played a boardgame called Dungeon Crawl (I think... ?). It was surprisingly fun. Albeit if you have a real RPG, as we always do, it feels a bit unecessary. Since it's the same thing, without the acting, overarcing story, etc. Just combat rules.

And then it was off, at the last minute, to go see 'New Moon' with Maja and friends. Really glad to meet up with Åke who I hadn't seen in a long while, even though we didn't get any real time to talk. SL almost made me miss the show sadly. Cancelled buses and general lateness.

The film was... wow. It's hard to describe. I havn't seen the first one or read the books. But it Really demanded that you know the story through and through beforehand. From the view of someone who isn't read up on it, I watched alot of stupid characters doing retarded things, for no reasons. I was mainly hoping they would all die horribly so I could go home and at least laugh misanthropically about that but... alas. Not a single death. I especially hope I never have to come across the heroine character again. I can't really remember a more unlikable character.

On my way home I was attacked. By a apple tree. A semi rotted, rock hard, peice of fruit hit me squarely on the head and almost knocked me over and out. What the hell? Evil tree.

Crawling, in a slight upward incline.

It's really hard. I guess I havn't made much progress but emotional so far. On the other hand, for me, that tends to be all there is.

Crashlanding.

The Malmö trip came and went. Alot of adventure and fun, with some sad insights into my mind thrown in for good measure.

I really wish I had the energy to do the complete story, but Linus did a great job of it over in his blog: http://linus.gyt.se/ Albeit it's in swedish. But there are some stupid pics of me. Look under the title "there was no phonecall, but..."

I came home two days ago. I've been to work twice. I havn't noticed that I've come home. Weirdness. And early tomorrow morning I'll be on the train again.

*yawn*

Cleaning day

Today there will be cleaning, there will be vacuming, there will be... ehr, trying to stay bloody warm. Damn it's cold in this appartment.

So. I got through the flue. But there are lingering things. Lungs are still thick. And actually, my bloodpressure has been a bit... weird.

Also wonder why I have these massive headaches every day I've been working. Even when I make sure I have enough to eat or drink. A slight intellectual part of me is starting to wonder if I have some sort of health problem. I'm not one to blow up that sort of thing, but... I dunno. Granddad has bloodpressure problems.

I promised myself a couple of weeks ago that I'd get out and about and travel a bit more. Now I'm heading to Fagersta, Malmö and Tibro... all weekends after eachother.

I'm still a really busy guy. How the heck does this happen?

Good days and good people.

Now having the flue has sucked. But I have lovely friend and I have lovely family.

Yesterday was a great day of friendship, games and roleplaying. I love living with Gus, it's all slinky. Even though I had some sources of great anger during the last week I've been nicely balanced out.

Had a great day with mom and Alex today. I feel refilled.

Now, I've only slept three hours though. Extra wrong since I've just had the flue... but. Heck.

Getting ready for bed though so no worries.