Lucky 13
Not the best of days today. Had minor dhiarrea last night. Didn’t sleep well. Was tired in the morning. Decided quickly to go back to bed and sleep more, even though I know that’s not a good decision. It only makes me feel more tired and makes me feel like there is no point in getting out of bed and no point to life in general and why bother?
Plus it will most likely mean I won’t sleep well tonight either. And then I’ll be tired tomorrow and have to drag myself out to do the laundry. But that’s the way it goes. At least this time I’m forced to actually do the laundry cause I only have one pair of clean underoos left. So if I don’t get it done tomorrow then.. watch out world!
Here’s a youtube: deXeztCkDpo. I listened to that on repeat on my walkman while watching Legend as a young boy. It was a rather magic experience. Don’t laugh. Bryan Adams rules. A couple of months later it was time for final exams in school and in the written danish exam I wrote about the movie and channelled that magic vibe and I managed to get myself an 11 for it. The second highest possible mark. 13 being the highest. 12 not existing in the scale, for some reason. I think today they have changed the scale so it goes from 1-10 without missing numbers. The old scale went 00 – 03 – 05 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10 – 11 -13. It always seemed very odd to me.
So anyway, I hope you’re enjoying your weekend which has just begun most likely, depending on when you’re reading this. In theory it could be the month of Blern in the year 2134. If the internet still exists by then. And if my relatives are still paying for the hosting of this site.
They better be.
October 13th, 2007 at 2:29
You really aren’t the life of the party and a little chatterbox? I can’t believe this, Plumey.
If I came to visit, you’d talk with me. First of all, I wouldn’t tell you I was coming. You don’t handle advance warning very well. So, I’d just show up on your doorstep, ring your doorbell, and ask for a cold soda and some elderberry soup!
Then we’d go visit the goats. One thing you should know about me . . . I don’t do public transportation very well. So you’d have to talk me thru it, hold my hand, and make reassuring comments to me that we’d make it to the playground in one piece. I have a little “bus anxiety thing” going on.
Then you’d have to introduce me to Mads, Magnethe, and Vanilje. Since they don’t speak English, you would have to translate what I say to them and then translate what they say in Danish back to me in English.
Of course, I’d want to meet Kurt and the other playground people and I’d need a translator and for Nina, as well. I just couldn’t keep smiling at Kurt and the others and not say anything, so I’d need your help. (Otherwise, they’d think your American friend was a little odd.)
By the end of the day, you’d be talking a mile a minute . . . So Debster, when are you leaving? Soon I hope? Let me help you with your travel arrangements, etc, etc. Too bad you have to leave soooo soon!
Remember, I can tame wild barn cats because I talk to them and have lots of patience and time. I think they become tame because they just give up trying to eat in silence. I talk to them while they eat!
Being around me, you’d be so uncomfortable NOT talking that you’d start conversing with everyone around you. Being too quiet would feel weird. You might start talking and not stop for 4 or 5 months. It has been known to happen.
October 13th, 2007 at 23:16
Debster – It sounds like it would be very hard to resist talking to you! I am almost reminded of some kind of old nazi interrogator. “We haf ways of making du sprechen!”. Only you’re much nicer than any nazi. I swear.
I’m going to go warm up my vocal chords!
October 14th, 2007 at 2:36
See, you’re not even frightened of the thought of talking. Now you’ll just be scared of “the knock at the door” and who might be there!