I am a little disappointed in myself. I was going to use the Ghostbusters reference “I Am the Keymaster” as a title for the entry wherein I wrote about getting the key to the playground. But I forgot. And instead used the Lost reference ?. Durn it.

This is the fourth update from work. Hopefully it will be the last. When I got home on Wednesday there was a note from the postman. He had tried to deliver a package from my ISP. So I will go pick that up today. I assume it’s a new router. Since the support guy said mine was dead. I just hope they know that I have a Cisco 677 and that they sent me another one of those. I really would prefer not to have to deal with a wireless one. But most of all I just hope my internet will be working. It’s been almost a week. Surely some kind of record for me.

Can you guess what will be the first thing I do when my internet starts working? I’ll give you a clue. It starts with an L. And ends with the Danish word for cheese, “ost”. Yuppers. I know it’s a little sad to be so obsessed with a show. But in my defence, I am no longer as addicted to TV in general. I don’t watch as much TV as I used to do. Sometimes I get this odd feeling of not even caring about TV. Very odd indeed. But Lost still keeps a hold of me. When I think about it I almost get this surge in my stomach, this need to know about Walt, about Michael, about The Others about the tests, about the sail boat… and so on. There is no other show that comes close.

I have been good about avoiding spoilers for the finale. It’s hard though. Right now I just want to go to alt.tv.lost or the fuselage or the lj community and read all about what happened. You know, if I don’t get my internet working today then it won’t be working before Monday at the earliest. Then I might as well read spoilers now, because I’m dying to know what happened. But if I can get the finale later today then I don’t want to spoil it. What a dilemma, Emma.

I’ll stay away from the spoilers. And hope to be watching the finale tonight. And then there will be months witohut Lost. How utterly horrible.

I met Karen a couple of days ago. Most of you probably don’t know or remember her. She’s way back from my time at Tousgaardsladen. The Barn. Years ago, when society dragged me out of my room tomb and started rehabilitating me. I worked at the Barn and she worked in the kitchen there. A really nice and warm woman. It was nice to see her again. My old self would have said hi and hurried away but I actually stopped and talked. Just a little. But better than nothing. She still works at the Barn and I asked her to say hi from me. I wonder if Cafer is still working there. I should pop in for a visit some time.

Also, I can’t believe that the lord of the rings won the Eurovision Song Contest!

Day three of updating from work. No news about my internet. Tomorrow is a holiday. I would say it’s extremely unlikely that I’ll have it working before Friday. At the earliest. I would be semi okay with that if it wasn’t for the Lost finale. That show has me hooked like so much heroin and I can’t stand the thought of not being able to watch the finale. And yet. Life, it goes on.

Funnily enough this week has been one of the best at work in a long time. Tiredness-wise. I haven’t been to tired. I have gotten up when I’m supposed to, I haven’t been overly exhausted at work. One might theorize that this is due to my brain thinking “There is internet at work. Go to work”. But that would be a silly assumption.

Thank you all for the comments. They help my mood. The playground does too. Yesterday I had a goat walking on my back. Literally. I was sitting on a rock. And I leaned forward to scratch Mads’s ears. And then Vanilje jumped up on my back. All four legs planted there. She started moving around and chewing at my hair. I could see Per and Kurt, working on a fence a distance away, looking up at me and smiling. It must have been quite a sight. A little goat kid jumping around on my back. I took some pictures, but it’s quite hard to take pictures when you’re leaning over and you have a goat on your back. That’s advanced photography, that is. I will show you the result when my router has risen from the grave. She must have liked the spot too, Vanilje. She jumped up there a couple of times. Plume’s brand line of furniture.

Since I won’t be at work tomorrow and I probably won’t have internet either I guess I might as well share the good news I got, before I forget about it. I was given the key to the playground. Yup. I can now go up there at any time, any day, any hour. I am very happy about it. Thrilled. Honoured even. They don’t just give out the key to everybody. I think they only give it to people who work there or people like Jannie, who come there and feed the animals when the playground is closed. I was given the key because they like me and they trust me. That is beautiful, to me. It happened on Friday. And I put the key to good use on Saturday. Usually Jannie goes to feed the animals around 10-10.30. She wasn’t there though. So I locked myself in and spent a good hour with the goats. And then I locked up and went home. Without the key it would have been a wasted trip and I wouldn’t have gotten to see the goats at all.

Now I can go see them whenever I want. If I’m late coming home from work. If it’s a holiday. If it’s weekend. If it’s 3 am and I’m feeling like hurting myself. Any time.

It’s not like I will be using the key that much. Weekends mostly. But I’ll still try to go when Jannie and her parents are there to feed the animals, that’s the nicest time. It’s just nice to know that I can go when I want. And furthermore the key is like a symbol, a representation of the respect and trust that I get at the playground. It may not count for a huge amount in the “real” world, it may not make me a normal functioning person yet. But I am liked. That’s a lesson that I need to hammer home often and plenty. The key is like a physical reminder of that.

You will all bow down to the key. Praise be the key.

Alritey. Back to work. I’m making our gift certificate. So if you ever get a gift certificate for a meal at Kulturgyngen then know that I am the one who designed it. That only adds to its value, does it not?