Oh my god! Let me tell you about the drama! You won't believe this!

Okay, I got nothing.

No drama. Very little sex. Almost no drugs.

The conversation at work was interesting though. It went from Michael Jackson being a psycopath to Hitler to terrorism in Turkey combined with sports and on and on.

The main event was the return of Cafer. He's been gone for a month and a half I think. Long time no see. He carried with him a special little pillow to sit on. Ass surgery. Need I say more?

It was nice to see him again. We fell into old routines pretty fast. He's the senior ranking officer. Less pressure on me. Less freedom too. But I'll cope.

We had to put tables and chairs out in the upstairs rooms. When that was done we crashed down on a couch we had moved too. We sat there for a while. Talked a little. Just like old days. We talked about football. Somehow Flemming Povlsen got mentioned. So I told Cafer that I had met him at the hairdresser. And he said he had met Allan Simonsen once. Yes, I know you are all very impressed with the famous people we have met. Danish soccer is worldfamous of course.

Then we talked a little about how long he had been gone. And christmas vacation. Which led to him asking what I was going to get my girlfriend for christmas. And after that he asked if she lived around here. So I actually sort of explained the situation. The distance, the internet, the vacations. I talked a little about my relationship with Skye. I haven't talked to anyone about that before. It was good to actually get it out, talk about it. It feels more real now that I've said it. Somehow. Not that it wasn't real before of course. But it was more of a private thing. Inside my head. Now it's out there. Now it's shared. Does that make sense?

He complimented the Netherlands. Something about there being no mountains I think. Hehe. Sometimes he is a little hard to understand. His Danish isn't perfect. But it's fine most of the time. Except he always counts in Turkish hehe.

Oh well. That's about it. I have moved a lot of my music from the old computer to the new today. Mmm rem. I can finally listen to that again.

Bye bye now.

np: r.e.m. - bang & blame (instrumental)