’’I wouldn’t live here if you paid me.’’ Oh Talking Heads, how did you know to write this song about my current life situation?
I think I will only bother to write here if I actually leave Borås-, otherwise it feels self-indulgent, and besides, there are only so many ways to say: ‘I can’t wait to be home.’
In two weeks I’ll be going up to Oslo. I’ve wanted to go to Norway since I got here, so that’s something, right?
The sun also seems to be following a sort of pathetic fallacy based on my mood. Hoorah. (sarcasm alert)
Happy March Break if you’re off in Canada.
Oh, and actually, the best thing to happen to me in a long time (yes, this speaks volumes) is that I received Humpty Dumpty BBQ chips in the mail, along with turtles, dinosours, chews, and other assortments of my favourite Canadian/North American candy. MMMM. Daniel, you’re a star.
I’ll be fine, I’m really starting to run a lot, and that’s so good for the soul, and obviously I'm popping corn like there's no tomorrow.
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