For a change I won't start Monday with a disgruntled groan. I actually had a nice morning. I wasn't too tired. Ironic since there was a black fly in my chardonnay. No, I mean since I had a sort of bad night. Bad night = good morning. I should be a mathemagician.

Nothing much at work. Yet another new guy was there. Ahmad. Or Ahmed. To be working in the computer rooms. Seemed like a nice guy. Polite with an excellent grasp of the Danish language hooray. He mentioned that he had in the past been addicted to Cola. Obviously this made me sympathize with him. Since I am currently addicted to the rough love of the soda.

Soda is my friend. Always sweet. Lots of people could learn from that. I envision a world of soda bottles with our faces on the caps. And we can dance like in that Coca Cola commercial. You know the one. The one with the hip young people. Or the kind heartwarming old one. I'm loving it. As the McDonalds slogan goes. I'm loving it, I'm loving it, I'm loving it.

The orange sodas in Favorit has gone back to the classic old flavour. This is good for the taste. But bad for the health. I shouldn't be drinking. I'm a recovering sodaholic, except I haven't recovered yet. I don't know why one day the orange flavour suddenly changed. It was always the same brand but the taste changed. How can they just change it like that? Imagine if Coca Cola some day just changed its taste with no warning? We will all live in a Pepsi world.

I don't understand violence. Why would you want violence? It doesn't make sense to me. If you don't all stop it then I will personally kick your asses.

I feel like a soda. In the sense that I want one. Not that I'm bottling things up inside waiting for them to explode in a sugary burst.

Nationalism is a funny thing. If Junior Senior were Swedish I would hate them. Now they're Danish and I think they're a fun band. Watch out, we are rythm bandits. R-r-r-r-yythm!

Some day everything will be fine. The terpentine tastes like wine.

Hooray.

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