Bed Bugs and last song.

Tomorrow I am going to write something interesting, or at the very least something readable. Right now I just have two things to say: Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite (but really if you do have bed bugs, thinking that’s ok just because you do not let them bite, and they somehow obey you, it’s not… get a new bed) and: Tonight I wrote the last song for my next album. Now I know I shouldn’t say that because I might write more songs, but really; enough is enough. It’s a nice song though. It’s going to be a different album.

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Crappy weather and really nothing to say.

It’s Saturday. It’s December. Looking out the window one could thing it was October. No fun Christmas weather at all. Good thing for me that I won’t be in this town for Christmas. I’ll be far north.

Today and until Tuesday I’ll be a grass-widower. Don’t really know how that expression flies in English but what it means is that Camilla, and the Boo, is out of town and I am home all alone. We’re going to spend Christmas at Camillas parents in Högfors, that is where she has gone. She took the train at noon. I couldn’t go today because I have school on Monday. On Tuesday I will join her and The Boo and start celebrating Christmas. I hope there is is snow up there.

Tomorrow I’m going to give myself an early Christmas gift. I am going to sleep in. Yes! Until Monday I have 10 papers to read and one to read thoroughly. I am going to oppose that one on Monday.

Right about now my life isn’t very exciting.