I'm pissed at humanity again, or well, more only the commune workers scrubbing the fasade on the house of my apartment. The noice drives me insane and it's been going on for hours! And they closed my window. They closed it. Wouldn't it be you know... polite to knock on my door and ask me nicely to close my own window, with perhaps a little explanation? I don't know what I'm so pissed at really. Most of the noice I block out with music, and is a closed window really such a big deal? I suppose it is.
Everything seem to piss me off right now. Like the sleeves on my robe. I mean, come on... I can't wait until I accidentally knock the ash off my cigarette on my keyboard... that happens quite often. Sometimes it pisses me off, and I have a feeling it will, if that occurs today. Just one of those days. Well, what did I expect? I've had several good days in a row, I knew that wasn't gonna last forever.
So anyway, I'm heading off to Stockholm the day after tomorrow, and I'm writing a list of things to bring. What does one do for five hours while waiting for a ferry to ship off? My feet will hurt so bad, since we're gonna walk and walk and walk...
I wonder what the meeting is gonna be about. Probably a check up, and maybe discussing surgery. And yet another time they will ask how I feel about it. It's almost like these sports journalists that always asks the winner how they feel after crossing the finish line. Maybe I should be a bit more elaborate and say that I'm a nervous, wonder which surgeon they had in mind to do it, and how long it will be, approximately, until the big day.
Feels like I don't have anything interesting to write nowadays. It's still as cluttered as usually in my head, but it's just nonsense. No ideas, no creativity, no obsessing. I kind of miss it. All that stuff which keep me up at night, endless thought spirals of figuring things out or endless imagination. That chronical feeling of emptiness is extra unmistakable days like these.
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