MURRE

Ahhhh Fridays that turn to Saturdays.

While my soul screams at the horrible injustice that the absense of Sword of the Stranger fanfiction definitely is, it also sings praise to the fact that Saara ate the Bee-popsicle instead of the Daim ice cream.

Ah, now that I still remember; please pay no mind to the time that this post was typed out. Also, nevermind that I have work today. And uh, I have yet to go to sleep. Haha. Eeh. I somehow blame Hanski, my co-worker for this. And Nina & Lare also. That was a weird conversation I had with them – apparently my msn icon describes me well – so says my dear sister – however, in my icon there is a piece of bread with jam on it. Or rather the jam is underneath since the bread has dropped to the floor. I am a fallen jam bread that topped over? Sure. What else. Ducks are absolutely better than chickens. And something unclear about dogs.

Some light is peaking into my work-filled world – a trip to Puuhamaa is closing in. And I suppose I should start packing my stuff soon, and leave Tampere behind. Somehow I feel like something has come to an end, and a new beginning is ahead of me. I must admit I’m very eager, but I’m also reluctant. Time, my everlasting, hated measure and enemy, has done it once again. It seems it always takes more from me when it goes, and gives much less when it comes. I do hope it’s different now.

Bummers, lost my will to write. Better this way I guess. Now sleep calls me!