For my avid readers wondering what the fuck was up yesterday I can only say nothing was up, therefor no post. Yesterday was a very ordinary day. Sure, I could have written about how Arsenal were completely robbed of victory by a lines man who needs glasses, contacts, binoculars and every other device making a rainy Sunderland picture a little more clear. I could also have written about how I studied for a bit or how I sat and made more copies of the Anger promos to be sent out on Monday. But why didn’t you? Why didn’t I what? Why didn’t you write all of those things, you do all the other days. Well, yes, you are correct, but here’s the deal: I HAVE A COLD AND CAN’T BREATH THROUGH MY NOSE… AGAIN! PART 2! It’s really astonishing how bad my immune system must be. September 12:th, that was when I caught the cold this time. (I might have to wright that down. I might have to call the Guinness book of world records. This could be the longest cold ever bestowed upon man, man being me!)

Today I am going to study. Aristotle and the Nicomachean Etics awaits. Then Camilla and I are going to take a brake and go over to my mothers for soup.

The weather is crap here by the way. A compact gray.