Last night was no good. I stayed up too late watching Lord of the Rings. That’s my own fault of course. I figured I’d get myself some good sleep after that. But then the winds did howl and somewhere something started clapping. Some door or something. Every now and then it would slam shut in the wind. Keeping me awake. I wasn’t sure if it was something in my appartment or not. And it didn’t happen often enough for me to be able to go investigate. Eventually I closed my windows and the wind died down and I finally fell asleep. And then my cellphone decided to run out of power. And when it does that it alerts you with a little beep. So I had to get up and set it to recharge, otherwise it would’ve kept beeping every now and then.

So by then my internal sleeping mechanism was all out of wack and I tossed and turned for the rest of the night, barely getting any sleep. No good.

But the day was okay, nonetheless. Slept in a little late, naturally. Had my mother over for a visit. That was nice. Usually it’s my dad who comes over. But she wanted to see how the place was doing.

Then I went and hung down with my goat peeps, yo. Like liquid goodness, it soothes my mind.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=a-7Vj4O2U0E. Video of me and the goats. Very typical too. Me on the bench. Mads standing on the bench on my right. Magnethe getting up with her front legs on my left side. You can’t really tell from the video but I’m scratching her on her neck/front stomach. I kinda have to do that when she gets half up on the bench like that. If I don’t scratch her then she starts poking at me with her feet. That’s her “gimme food” signal. It’s cute and funny but it also gets a little bothersome to have a giant goat stabbing you over and over with her hooves. But then I just scratch her and she goes into bliss mode and swirls her head around and forgets everything else. The same tactic works with Mads. If he’s trying a little too hard to get into my bag or do something else naughty. A good scratch always stops them in their track.

Also look out for the popup of Vanilje, sniffing at the camera. Much like Magnethe did in an earlier video. I love that, when the goat face suddenly pops up on the screen in massive closeup.

You’ll also hear and see a boy who was there. He was talking to the goats, and to me too.

And now it be weekend, aye. Have a good ‘un, all.

I slept too much today. Am I sounding like a broken record? No sorry, that’s the martians. There should be a law against playing bad German techno at 3 am. Maybe I should write up some house rules. It is after all MY cupboard that they live in.

Rule 1: No techno music after midnight
Rule 2: Don’t steal my underwear
Rule 3: Stop leaving chocolates on my pillow. This is not a hotel. I don’t like waking up with melted chocolate all over the face.
Rule 4: Do not invite bikers to party in the appartment without my permission.
Rule 5: Stay away from the nuts and raisins, those are for the goats not the martians.
Rule 6: If you’re going to invent a doomsday device, please do NOT tell me about it. And don’t leave the technical plans lying around on my coffee table either.
Rule 7: If you’re going to watch the Playboy Channel after I’ve gone to bed, please turn off the telly when you’re done.
Rule 8: My oven is not a sauna.
Rule 9: It’s nice that you empty the wastepaper bins, but please don’t dump the contents in the sink.
Rule 10: Don’t use my scissors to cut your nose hair. Get your own scissors.

That’s it, I think. Meanwhile I made a video: http://youtube.com/watch?v=UQesp2dcu_c. It’s incredibly fascinating. And by fascinating I mean boring. It’s been quite windy lately. And when I close my windows I can really hear the wind howling outside. It sounds like a train going by or something. So in the video you can stare at my drapes and listen to the wind. I am sure you will be most pleased.

I got my election card today. So now I’m all ready to go electing. On the 13th. It is a little anxiety provoking, it will be a room full of many people coming and going. It’s something I would rather avoid. But I must be a responsible adult and do my duty and vote. And I must try not to get too cynical and negative about it. I will pretend that I am voting whether gummi bears are more delicious than liquorice. Instead of voting for corrupt politicians who are all trying to rule/ruin the country.

I think I’m a gummi bear kinda guy.