Think I'll abandon work now and continue on to do some studies.. Might should've brought something to eat. ....Nah, I'll just go and get a coke from the machine.

Am the only one left in the finance dept and coincedentally also the only one there not gettin paid! Ah, the irony...

Sleep deprivation would be a ridicoulus understatement...


Think scandinavians should do as the rest of the inhabitants of the cold dark north and go into hibernation.. sleep for a few months? mmmmmmm.....

silly little blonde girl...

Exactly how much can I get away with by being blonde....?
Today I did 1: studied so intently (which so far is a good thing) that I forgot to eat (here comes the bad..) resulting to 2: went food shopping starving with the natural result of my purchase alone making out approximately 60% of the stores days turn over. Thus 3: eatin sweets and drinkin coke instead of proper dinner, still being on a slight high after a day of work well done, resulting in me bouncin around in a combined sugar/caffein induced rush. So at 11pm Im still no closer to bed but on the phone to a classmate talking about group accounting and simultaneously am trying to wriggle (already here it starts to sound bad...) my way out my sweater. I didnt break the sweater, but managed to get stuck in it and pullin a muscle in my left shoulder as I did...

Start fresh tomorrow, yeah???

Finally friday, oh lovely lovely friday... This day means that I don't haveto get up early tomorrow!!! Something that is very important to me. And more or less the only reason I at all survive during the weeks. I hate mornings. That's just how it is. Don't wake me unless you really haveto.Don't talk to me in the mornings. And whatever you do don't be cheery.. Although this might apply a bit more than just in the morning. I don't trust cheery people. It's just not sane. People that keeps sayin that the glas is half full must have their endorphine levels all screwed up, and the ones walkin around with a constant grin on their face makin them resemble those weak minded puppies and kitten painted on plates that hangs in old peoples homes, they are just plain scary.

Probably should've stayed in my office...
The Talk evolved quite quickly into something quite rare in our family - me enraged. I think it was quite a nasty shock for my mother, not having heard me raise my voice in about over a decade and now being the object for my upset emotions. My mother - being the foremost in our familys way of handling conflicts - by active avoidance - solved it by hangin up the phone.
That did not help my temper... My brother spent the evening with me not really knowing wether to console me or hide.

Yesterday Hanna and I met up after work and headed over to my place for dinner and just haning out. It was a nice relief from my menagerie-like family. What to do without good friends?

I wonder if I can hide out in my office for a longer period of time.... I think it might be possible! Plus I'd get work done aswell. And with a coke machine down the hall I don't see what could make this a bad idea.

Ah, lovely caffeine!