{"id":955,"date":"2008-09-23T23:30:44","date_gmt":"2008-09-23T21:30:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=955"},"modified":"2008-09-23T23:33:02","modified_gmt":"2008-09-23T21:33:02","slug":"living-in-a-glasshouse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=955","title":{"rendered":"Living In A Glasshouse"},"content":{"rendered":"

The glass repairmen came today. But they did not fix my window. What an odd development.<\/p>\n

I was watching tv ’round 11 o’clock when I heard a voice outside: “hello?”. Kinda like the cop. I answered back and the voice said “I’m just going to measure your window”. I said “okay” and went to the window and looked out. Two glacial fixeruppers were outside, one of them climbing up twards my window. I turned around and walked back inside. And then the voice said “no, I think we’re going to come back tomorrow instead”. I said “okay” and they left. I don’t think he even had time to measure the window before he said they’d come tomorrow instead. I’m not quite sure why they didn’t just get it done while they were here. Perhaps they saw that it was only the outer set of glass that was broken and they figured it wasn’t too bad and perhaps they had other more urgent jobs that they should rather do first? Or maybe they just wanted to mess with my head, dude. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter, though. It’s fine just knowing they’ll come tomorrow. I could take it easy the rest of the day and go out and do some shopping and be at peace. And tomorrow it’ll be done and no more worries. Fine enough.<\/p>\n

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A picture of the broken glass. The hole doesn’t show too well because, well it’s transparent glass eh. But you can see the cracks at least. So I’m not making it all up. Don’t call me a liar. My pants are rarely on fire and almost never from lying. So there. I feel vindicated.<\/p>\n

Also, I have kept on track vis-a-vis the “no napping” agenda. It’s hard, though. Around noonish I just get a great desire to go to bed. Everything is much easier in bed, as the nun said to the sailor.<\/p>\n

Oh yes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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