You can call me a liar, liar, pants on fire all you want. I know I yesterday wrote that I would write something interesting today but fact is time has eluded me. I have finished (almost) cleaning the apartment today. Nothing beats coming home to a clean apartment (ok I am a liar, liar, pants on fire; there are a lot of thing beating coming home to a clean apartment). I have read 10 papers today (ok I am a liar, liar, pants on fire; I have only read 8 of them).

Lars-Martin came over and we watched Arsenal-Liverpool. It ended 1-1 and with a sour taste of bad refereeing in my mouth.

That’s it.

Oh, just one more thing. In Sweden we have something called names days. Each day of the year (with some exceptions) has two names assigned to it (with some exceptions). Today was my day, or my names day: Tomas. One congratulations I’ve gotten all day… I’m not sad… not sad at all… at all… no… nope… not one bit…

Tomorrow I’ll write something. I really hope that there are some music news aswell.