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<\/a> <\/p>\nHehe. I like that picture. Mathilde reaching out as the girl offers her a plant.<\/p>\n
A boy feeding Mathilde.<\/p>\n Ah, they grow so fast. Little Mandela humping his heart out.<\/p>\n![\"boy](\"..\/pictures\/thumbs\/2006\/060607_boyvanilje_th.jpg\" "\\"boy")
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I had a beautiful dream. Truly beautiful. I am not going to try to describe it. I couldn’t do it justice anyway. It was so poetic and emotional. I wish I could go back to it. Is it any wonder I love to sleep?<\/p>\n
It is remarkable how much of a difference the playground can do to my life. Sitting at work on Wednesday (with my underwear on the wrong way) I was so tired that I could barely stay awake. Barely think. After work I went to the playground and suddenly I felt all good. I know some of the change can be attributed to the difference between sitting in an office in front of a computer and then sitting outside in the fresh air and occasional sunshine. But still. It’s such a huge difference. It’s as if you take two completely different days and mash them together. As if a painter painted half his painting in cubist style and the other half as realism. Kinda like watching From Dusk Till Dawn, the first part is fairly normal and then suddenly it’s a vampire shootout.<\/p>\n
When I talk to social workers or therapists or doctors or other well-meaning people and they ask what I want to do with my life, what kind of work I want to do, I always have problems coming up with a good answer. I just don’t have a clear view of what I’d like to do. Inevitably the talk always turns to something with computers or writing or typing or something like that. But maybe I’d be better of with a job where I have to be outside. With animals. Something like that. I wish I was better with kids. More comfortable with them. I can do okay in small doses at the playground. When kids want to go in with the goats but they’re afraid of Mads and I help them. Or answer questions about the animals. Or even myself. But actually doing something where I’m responsible for the kids, I don’t know if I could ever do that. Otherwise I would love to have a real, full-time job at the playground. That would be perfect. It’s a socially important job, it has lots of animals and kids and other outside things. But I’m sure you need some qualifications too. Too bad they can’t hire me as a full-time goat keeper.<\/p>\n
Hmm, I have lost track of my thoughts now. I will finish with some pictures, just to share my cubistic well-being.<\/p>\n
Hehe. I like that picture. Mathilde reaching out as the girl offers her a plant.<\/p>\n A boy feeding Mathilde.<\/p>\n Ah, they grow so fast. Little Mandela humping his heart out.<\/p>\n<\/a> <\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/p>\n
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