Friday, almost all done. Weekend now. Good times.

I don't feel like writing. Silence is golden.

Meeting with Knud Erik went fine. Sort of fine. Sanne was satisfied with how things were going. As were I. They'll try and find a way for me to stay longer than the rest of the year.

Actually Knud Erik said I would be staying to December 17th. That sounds very bad. I hope he doesn't expect me to stop at Kulturgygen the 17th and then go back to the Reva center. No no. I'm supposed to stay at Kulturgyngen for the remainder of the year. And thereby get vacation on the 17th. I don't know what I'll do if I don't get vacation there. I will have to take severe action. I'm not ruling out terrorism and/or religious sacrifice. I need that vacation. It's all that keeps me going. That, and lemonade.

Ah well. I'll see. We also talked about medication. I'll have to contact my own doctor and give him that psychiatric evaluation and then hopefully he'll prescribe me some wonderdrugs. So more things to deal with, hooray. But the doctor man is nice, it won't kill me to go see him. And it's not like I haven't talked to a million other people about depression and phobia and so on. I should set up a little booth downtown. "Ask me about my mental health". I could charge a nickel for everytime I tell someone about how I never liked to party when I was a schoolboy.

Weekend. Sweet weekend. Shutting down brain functions in 3.. 2... 1

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