I'm tired of coughing. Tired of coughing. Coughing for a lost cause.

A fairly quiet day. My dad didn't come home yesterday. He missed his plane to Aarhus so he spent the night in Copenhagen. But he's here now. And it's going okay. Just like old times. I guess it's nice to see him. And he will be here for more than a month so I might as well get used to it.

What matters is that vacation is now just a slip of the tongue away. One day to go. Just have to get through a little montage work tomorrow then I have three weeks to decompress. Three weeks where I can switch off my mind and forget about all my worries. Three weeks where I can hide my alarm clock in the bottom of my sock drawer and sleep as long as I want.

Bliss.

Pure bliss.

But that's all for today. Counting down the hours...

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