Alex

I woke up this morning with the regular first thought of the day: "GAAAH!". I usually succeed to calm myself down a bit while eating breakfast though. I dragged myself up at 06:45 and started doing my laundry at 07:00. A great way to start the day indeed. I figured it was just as well, because I started working 06:00 yesterday, and had to get up at 04:00. The best thing is that I'll do it again tomorrow! Hooray! No point in sleeping the whole day away in other words, because I have to go to sleep by nine tonight. (And no matter what Steven says, I'm sure there is some kind of human rights law prohibiting that innocent people have to get up 4 A.M in the middle of the night to get to work. There must be! That's just plain inhuman!)

There is an old Swedish saying: "Morgon stund har guld i mun", Morning moment have gold in mouth (my god what a great translation). It supposedly means that it's great to be up early. I always feel like slapping someone in the face whenever I hear that.

Yesterday was a busy as every other day lately. Finished work at 3:00 P.M. and went and paid my airplane ticket (with money I've borrowed from my sister, thank you sis). Went to pick up my brand new passport after that, I look like a complete idiot in it, that's a phenomenon which seemes to be hard to escape from. I called a friend of mine, Alex (who's also an ex-boyfriend of mine, we were Alex and Alex, ha ha) and said that I probably couldn't go out to drink beer with him and his friends later that evening, as he had invited me to do a few days earlier. He kindly reminded me of the fact that it was his birthday, so of course I went, additionally feeling a bit embarrased about that I hadn't remembered.

We went to a sleazy rock bar, that's the kind of bar I like the most. I love to party with him and his friends, they're just downright insane, the lot of them. But by eleven I was so tired that I almost fell asleep with my face in the beer, and decided that it was time to leave. Party is my middle name. Yes siree.

Today I'll work 03:30-08:30 P.M., I'm very annoyed with my work, giving me the latest work-hours the day before they give me the earliest work-hours. Idiots.

As soon as my laundry is dry I'll go into town and get that insurance I need, and then go to the bank to get a Visa-card and fix some other things. Yet another day filled with funny chores and tasks. Emigrating is complicated.



/Alex

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