Time is flying. 3 workdays left. That means 5 days till Skye will be here. Almost no time at all.

The snow is all gone. For a fleeting moment I was happy. The weather forecast says there might be more snow over the weekend though. And a white christmas might be possible. I'm crossing my fingers.

I got the christmas tree today. My dad picked it up. I need to get it up to Peter's appartment. And I need to get the last shopping done.

I had strange dreams last night. I dreamt Stig Tøfting died. He's been in Danish news the last couple of days because he's coming home to play for AGF (my local soccer club). I guess that's why I dreamt about him. After that I dreamt about Peter's house. I think I was showing it to Skye. And I actually did do that yesterday, I was up at his place and took pics. And later I showed them to Skye. So that explains that part of the dream. The next part had a bunch of the girls I used to go to school with running around half naked. I'm not going to try to explain that. The last part of the dream was really freaky. I was losing my teeth. Not one or two, not slowly. No, all of them. At once. I could feel them in my mouth, going loose. And then they started falling out. I was practically spraying teeth and blood out of my mouth. Horrible, horrible feeling. When I woke up I was still half in shock over it. Breathing in sharply. Mashing my teeth against eachother to make sure they were still there, firmly in place. Nasty.

Only in dreams.

I rented Terminator 3: rise of the machines today. Reasonably entertained. It delivered what I expected. Apart from the ending, that was more open than I had expected. The main problem is that there was no reason to do a T3. T2 was epic (as I remember it from when I was a sci-fi loving geeky teen) and perfect and T3 just seems like "oh well we can make some more money if we do it over again". There didn't seem to be a big need to tell the story.

My favourite part was on the audio commentary. Funnily enough Arnie was very happy about the scene where Kristanna Loken's breasts inflate. Hehe. Who would have thought that. And then a little later on he went on and on and on about his nude scene and his butt. Good fun.

I preferred Robert Patrick to the Terminatrix though. Doggett would kick her ass.

And in keeping with the rage against the war against the machine spirit, you may now open the December 17th entry on the calendar candle.

That's about it I fear. I must take my leave. And then go. Bye bye.

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