I have a headache, but I also have a I think very swedish thing called spiced wine. You drink it hot during the winter to keep most of the cold away.
AND THE FREAKIN PHONES ARE RINGING ALL THE TIME.
Sorry about that. Im sitting in a company that’s suppoosed to sell things. But Im not selling anything, other than myself.
av Max @ 13:29:31 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)
Driving like theres no tomorrow
Im like Samson, all my power is in my hair. Since the barberer took almost all of it, I am now powerless.
Thats why things didn’t go to well at the Colin McRae tournament yesterday. I drove a Skoda Felicia, and the bleeding car was more upside down than the other way around. My competitors where Sofi and Chris, new colleagues of mine.
We took some beers aswell. I played with Sofis dog (a strange crossbreed between a Jack Russel terrier, a hamster, and pillow it seems).
I think I drive pretty good for not having a drivers licence. Sofi drove worse than I did, and she have a license.
We walked home just before 00.00, I got home 00.45. Im tired today. More than usual.
After work today, me and Pete are going to a “Thank God It’s Friday” evening. This is starting to be like a traditional, a weekle holiday. I care more for TGIF evenings than christmas, new years eve and midsummers day all together.
The last thing Im going to do today, is taking the train to meet the girlfriend. Hopefully, I’ll be something not to far from sober, and behave myself.
av Max @ 11:01:47 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)