Hmm. I'm so tired. Maybe today would've been a good day to not get out of bed.

"the leader of an occult sex cult admitted today that he had beaten the 50 year old woman in the face so hard that she died". Maybe it's not an exact quote but that was basically what they just said on tv. Remind me not to join any occult sex cults.

Don't get any big ideas. They're not gonna happen. I think I should stop listening to Radiohead soon, maybe that would help my mood. I still haven't redone all my pumpkin playlists after the great hard drive reorganization.

Work was uneventful. On my way home I was stopped by two people right after one another. First a guy stopped me and asked me what date it was in very bad Danish. I thought he was asking for directions first. But I told him it was the 24th. "24? Tomorrow 25?". I said yes. "One month, 31?". I said yes. Even though I have no idea if there are 30 or 31 days in June. But this information seemed to satisfy him so he said thanks and left.

I then took 5 steps along the pavement and a woman stopped me. "Do you like to read?". At this point I was ready to pretty much agree with anything to get left alone. Of course it doesn't work like that. I said "Mjaaa" which translates into "I guess". So she opened her bag and started "because I have these magazines about gambling addictions"... Uh oh. Ludomania? They looked an awful lot like earth quake cult magazines. Probably something about taking responsibility for your own sins and worship the earthquake king Jehova. So I said "no, no I don't think so, no" and walked away.

I need to get a "leave me alone" sign so people will stop stopping me. Usually my demeanor does the bizniz. But not anymore.

But things are okay I guess. I'm getting used to the presence of my dad. He has been surprisingly un-piglike and there has been almost no arguments. Quiet before the storm. But so far so good. And a few days till my vacation. And possible world domination right around the corner.

Judas kisses. Suicidal pisces. Worrywort.
I alone
And on a completely different note: Stine, my mail bounced. Your mailbox is too full.

How can something be too full? It's either full or not, right? I don't know. I'm not Einstein, everything is relative.

I hate relatives.

Nite nite.

np: radiohead - you and whose army? (000908)