I’m feeling better, thankyouverymuch. Took a long shower, yesterday. Then went shopping although I didn’t have anything I had to buy. But I figured it would be smart to get out and do something. And it helped. Feeling less groggy and sad.

Also helped: goats. Sweet, wonderful goats. Magnethe is really big. You can tell it’s getting close. Goat kids any day now. It will save my life, it will.

Mads and Poul, as I shall now try to get used to calling the buck, was in a bit of a fighting mood today. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PBI7v_Q2zs. They were going at it. Hard, too. I almost got a little worried. And it took some time for me to seperate them when I couldn’t stand hearing the cracking horns anymore. It’s been a long time since they were that worked up.

I can’t believe it’s February already. Seems like yesterday the year was just beginning. It’s crazy how time flies when you’re eating flies, as the frog said to the princess before she kissed him and he turned into a pumpkin. Don’t mix your metaphors, and don’t mix your fairy tales.

Hmm. I managed to sleep most of the day away yesterday. And the night. And some of last night. I don’t think I have ever slept so much before in one go. Or small goes. I feel a bit groggy. Like I have had too much whiskey. Or cider.

I was feeling sad and lonely and the only thing that seemed to offer a viable solution to the problem was my bed. In my bed I feel good. Until I realize I am alone there too.

It’s 5 am. I guess the day starts now, because I have slept so much that I surely could not sleep anymore? I could always try. Maybe I can sleep for a week until the next Lost episode is up. That would solve everything. Now where’s my cider at..?