pfuiii

today was an intense day. I think i will stop coffee because i got an headache the whole day directly after the first one this morning.

My day began with a strange dream: i was in my bed, in this house from the Vosges (NDLA moved from there in 1999), looked at the alarm clock and it was 8h24. I heard noices in the kitchen, which was located under my bedroom, so i jumped out of my bed, got dressed like with the first things i found and ran down. My mother, father and sister were quietly eating breakfast and told me “hurry up, you’re already 24 min late to school”. i couldn’t understand why they did not wake me up. So i went out, gave food to my horse (NDLA who died last november) and ran to the bussstop. Of course, the buss did already pass by, so i ran the 10 km to school. I arrived there all sweaty and my class was playing basket ball in the school garden. And then, the teachers told us that it was war in Yougoslavie.

I woke up kind of stressed, it was 4h28… I could not fall asleep again, so around 5, i got up and took a run in Kronskogen. For the first time since my french and german vacations i was able to run and to feel good doing it. Motivation is kind of its way back it seems.

Day full of meetings, i had a lot of thoughts about how i will fix it with the motorcycle. It kind of pisses me off this parking shit. And this administration shits too. I would like to be able to go ahead now! ah ja, i just have to blame myself, i could have change my driving licence in winter if i had been smart… ah well… The important thing is to have a goal. Then the way to it
becomes sweeter the closest we get!