Weet. Diaryland is moving again. Poor Andrew. I have my hands full just trying to keep dailysp reasonably functioning. I can't even imagine the nightmare he's having with dland. But it's working now and it's faster than yesterday. Maybe everything will run smoothly from now on. Hey, it could happen.

I'm still feeling a smidgen sickly. Didn't feel like spending the day at work. So I didn't. I called in sick. Bent HeadChief wasn't there. But Bente was. So I told her that I was sick and she twice told me to feel better soon. She's a nice persona.

And then I spent the day relaxing and feeling nauseous. Mostly. I did go to the bank. I needed to get my money even if I was sick.

And I got myself a couple of sodas while I was down there of course. I also bought Coyte Ugly. Because it was dirt cheap. It actually cost the same as a blank video tape that I bought. What does that tell you? A movie costs the same as a blank tape. There's gotta be a message somewhere in there.

And then I came home and managed not to vomit all day. Bonus. And relaxing. Trying to take interesting pictures of my arms and hands. Failing of course.

Ugly. But you can hardly see the scar so that's gotta be good.

And happy fucking valentines to all the lubberly readers. I'm still not fully embracing the tradition. It still seems like some American thing that doesn't apply to Denmark. But then I have to admit that it's a lot nicer when you have someone you want to give flowers to. Or so I've heard... ;-)

The future's looking bright.

It's okay, it's okay.

I was reading the hilarious Trancejen and she was talking about something that happened at 6:45 in the morning. This got me thinking. You know those sci-fi stories with parallel universes? Like multiple possible realities and stuff? And then Mr X from reality 1 goes to reality 2. And if Mr X from reality 1 meets Mr X from reality 2 then the world will cease to exist and everyting will explode and stuff like that? Well, that's the deal with me and 6:45. If 6:45 and I ever meet the world will cease to exist and everything will explode. That's my theory. My very poorly worded theory. It was all so funny in my head but I gotta go and ruin it by writing it down. Harumph.

I better go before I ruin something else.

Bye all. Have fun and lub one another.

np: radiohead - big ideas (don't get any) (010803)