The weekend is over. Where's my god now? And so on. Nothing much has happened. Good Brøndby news. Our new coach is Michael Laudrup. He's the bestest ever. I am pleased.
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And it's too hot.
rain rain come again
I don't like light cucumbers. They shouldn't be light and mooshy. They should be dark and firm. It's amazing how often we get cucumbers I don't like. In this day and age you would think it would be possible to get a steady supply of good cucumbers. But no. It's not. I think it's a conspiracy against me. Somewhere out there the powers that be are going "hahahahaha let's get Plume a lot of bad cucumbers and sooner or later he'll CRACK and go insane hahahah". You know that's how they get us. They don't strike us down with lightning or make our houses spontaneously collapse on top of us. No. It's the little things. They make us all go nuts until we start nuclear wars and that's how they're going to send us all to hell. It's the little things. The cucumbers.

And what's up with the "serious bidders only!" thing on ebay. Up yours. If I want to be a silly bidder I'll damn well be it. It's all I can do to forget the cucumbers.

Someone is selling James Iha's guitars on ebay. I would love to have one of those. How cool would that be. But I can't afford it anyway. And I don't have a credit card. And I'm sure the shipment would be outrageous. And also I don't want to deal with anything more complicated than peeling a banana.

I don't want to sound superfluous but I DON'T WANT TO GO TO WORK TOMORROW. There. Somebody had to say it. 1½ months to the summer holiday. I'm crossing out the days in my calendar. Not every day because I'm not consistent enough for that. But every 5-6 days I'll cross out the past days and notice that the holiday is coming closer. And I will ignore that my brother and daddyo will come home. I'll end up not getting any alone-time in the holiday. I need alone-time. I need loneliness. Or whatever. I don't know. I need something.
you
I need some sleep.

np: travis - the humpty dumpty love song