I cut my hair shorter today..
Well, lets say its shorter then it have been the last 15 years and now I just have to get used it.
My mother is visiting for a few days, so there’s been a lot walks, coffee’s and life existential talks lately. We’ve been lucky with the weather though, so I have nothing to complain about. Time is running out, and I should really start to get ready for work.
France won.
Went to Golden.
Went to Sir Toby’s.
Ticke spent the night over due to losing his keys to his flat.
Woke up.
Read some sport news.
Went out for a coffee. (breakfast!)
Patrolled the city.
Had a sleep in my local park.
Sun hits my face.
After a long evening with watching the ENG vs PORT game, and then later at night I went to watch the FRA vs BRA game in Folkets Park, with Ticke and his girlfriend. ZIZOU! HENRY!
After the game we went home to his place and had a chitchat over a beer. Later on I went to meet up with C at Sir Toby’s for a drink, not much happened, the local pub guests were shit faced and we had a great laugh.
After all the shouting, screaming and laughing out side the pub, me and C took my dog out for a walk, and I spent the night over at hers house.
Woke up around 10am this morning, sun in my face while I was walking home through city center, had a takeaway coffee at Espresso House, bought some tabloid newspaper and at home Mixxie was waiting for me, eager to go out.
Sunday now, and I have no idea what to do.. Ticke is leaving for Jönköping for a few days, C is at the beach and will work tomorrow, maybe I should go out and try to catch some sun and read a book.. fuck knows.
