It’s a bit of a day after the night before and yes, even it being 1837h I’m still feeling yesterdays liquid spirits just a tad.

So yes, I had a birthday yesterday. Thirty years old. Might as well get used to it. It won’t go away, will it? Does anyone have a tip? Some kind of solvent or perhaps a pill? Something that won’t kill me, just make the thirty go away… forever. No? Ok.

I had a real nice party which my lovely girl Camilla orchestrated. I really can’t thank her enough for the effort she put in. I have an idea of how to thank her in piece though. It involves a certain sweater she’s been eyeing for a while.

Did you get any nice gifts? Did I get any nice gifts!? I got the nicest of gifts and every gift was perfect in itself. Only crap thing was that I got one kind of gift twice. That all got sorted.

I also got an e-mail yesterday from a magazine saying that they will do a sort of promo-spot-thing on me. Just a very small piece under some kind of up-and-coming headline. Fun stuff! (I’m not naming the magazine, don’t really know why, doesn’t seem like the right thing to do. When the issue comes out I’ll inform you about which publication I’m talking about.)

Don’t forget: I probably have some cool news on Tuesday.