work is the curse of the drinking classes

on public demand (by that i mean one friend telling me my last post was cute) i thought i'd write once more in here while still on swedish ground. right now i am in over my head in preparations for my last night of drunken mayhem in sweden. that is, i'm trying to figure out what on earth i should drink and how the hell i'll get my filthy hands on it. i really should be focusing on translating grades and giving my cv the final touch but i suppose the whole "i'm leaving the country in a fortnight" - thing has yet to sink in.

i am a real mess right now, haven't showered for two days, reading oscar wilde and letting alison mosshart sing me som kind of i-am-not-a-bit-tired-but-can-i-just-fall-asleep-anyway - lullaby. this kind of meaningless existing is really taking it's toll on me, i honestly feel drained and my absolutely exhausting efforts for today was making myself a meal (i don't know if i should call it breakfast, lunch or dinner), reading and taking a walk. life is fucking amazing sometimes. and that was me being sarcastic, as i find it safer to tell you since some people are thick enough to don't catch up on sarcasm. it'll happen a lot here. sarcasm that is.

i probably won't write again until i've left this nation of decay but i know better than to say it'll definitely not happen. hopefully next time i'll actually have something to write though. hopefully i say, not likely.