I'm tired. Moreso than usual. I wish I could spend a few days in bed. Days. Weeks. Years. Something like that. In the future I bet they will invent mobile beds so you never have to get up. Sweet.

There is nothing better than wild fantasies about the future. Some sort of fish with chocolate taste. Okay, not all fantasies work out.

Remember some time ago I told about a guy with egg remains on his face who stopped me and asked for money so he could get to Copenhagen? Guess who I met today. That's right, Ronald McDonald. No no. Sorry. I met that guy again. The exact same situation except he didn't have egg on his face. But he came up to me and asked in broken English if he could have 75 kroners so he could get to Copenhagen. I don't get it. The last time was 2 months ago or something. He hasn't been able to make 75 kroners in two months? How badly does he want to go to Copenhagen after all? I don't know, I kind of suspect it's just a made up story now. I didn't have enough money to help him anyway, I don't know if I would have. I don't trust him. Ronald McDonald is another story entirely.

Oh and I found out that the new NewGuy is called Bassim or Basim. So it's not Wasa, like the bread. My mistake. I also found out that the other NewGuy, Fathi, won't be coming to work anymore. I get confused with all these people coming and going.

And tomorrow they're going to saw a whole in the wall.

I'm too tired to elaborate on that though. You'll have to pardon me. My bed is calling. Hey, they should invent that too. A bed with a soft, deep and comforting voice. "Plume. Pluuuuume? I'm waaaiting. You know you want to. I'm all soft and cuddly". Damn you, erotic bed. How can I resist that?

np: zwan - come with me (030208)