Wo ist das Meer?

I promised myself this morning when i got up at 5 to go to bed tonight not later than 21.00. Which means that i have 59 min left here. My eyes are red exploded and my body feels fat and lazy. My head is pretty empty and my ears pretty irritated because i heard some bad pop song and had it left in my head the whole afternoon.

Also, i take it from the beginning.

This morning, 5, the clock rang. A waaaaay too early after the evening from yesterday. I had the first rosé glasses of the year, which is inconditionally (?) a spring sign. Then, i had a very good friend on the phone about 2 hours, and then another one and when i finally laid in my bed, i wasn’t able to sleep, because i thought of all the things i did forget to do during the day. So i wildly sent messages to all the people i forgot to tell something under the day and felt like the biggest stalker in the world. Well. I eventually got into sleep around 1 and this was a chock this morning.

As i told you yesterday, for the people who read on here regurlarly. Oh wait, before i tell you the whole story, i will make a little aparté to tell you how GOOD you, faithfull readers are:

These are the statistics from the numbers of unique visitors on the blog yesterday. The pics down are saturdays often but i am pretty proud to see that it goes up! I hope at least it makes some fun to read on here, even if you make fun of me. I offer you that.

So, back to our ships. This morning. I was at work at 6, finished a presentation adn then jumped into the car direction Uppsala for a meeting, that actually was a big déjà vu moment. There was no one on the E18 to Strängsnäs and the sun was showing a little bit of its nose.

It was a godd ride. Except that the car has this noice installation to bip when you drive faster than 121 km/h. Not the ISA thing for those who know, but another SAAB shit beep that i wasn’t able to turn off. Not that i wanted to drive as hell, but well…

Then, i took the road 55 direction Enköping and then Uppsala and it was like driving on another planet.

No spring there, no no! It became a little bit better in Uppsala, but if i was waiting for the weather to cheer me up, it was the wrong day. Luckily, i was in a pretty good mood this morning, even if i got confirmed that no one will buy my flat for this time.

After the meeting, i drove back to Eskilstuna (4hours car for 1,5h meeting… efficient…not) and worked my ass off until 19.30 tonight. You french people may think “and so what? we are doing this every day, it’s even an early evening when we are quitting work at 19.30”. But not in Sweden. At least, not for me. This is the holy week of pronogstic this week and i was trying to put some order in a lots of numbers, was horrible. A lot of 1468746846415436565413 running everywhere on my desk, my computer, my garbage, on the floor. I even think that some went out in the corridor and in others room. Plus i may have been drunk last prognositc time, because i wasn’t able to find the good version of my documents. Wait, last time, it was my bday week, oh Ze noes, i have been drunk for real at work!! ahah no, i don’t think so but i was pretty “on the move” at this point of time too, so i am not that surprised. This is called quality check. No one cares of these prognostics except me it seems, so what does it do?

Shit almost 29 and 1 month old now. Time just flew away. I was ust back from France where i ran the half mara, i met all my good friends and familly, was about to spend some nice days&evenings in Linköping, meeting my soon to be boss for the first time. But shit, it happened so much this past month! I really cannot believe that i came that far in my plan! I wonder how i will look to this in 10 years, if i am stil alive.

At work, i had 2 very big laughs with a colleague that is 61 years old. I almost peed in my pans so funny he was. But i cannot tell the jokes on here, they are more “friday afternoon tired at work” mood than “tuesday evening loading for more than the half of the week”.

Oh and another thing i had to admit: no they are not dead. A lot of people feel sorry for flowers that are cut and so, thinking they are dead. I can tell you that some flowers (tulips not to name them) are much more stronger than cissors. They are still alive even if they are “dead”. Proof:

They are just kicking the ass of the roses and getting more sun from above (?) than them. I swear they had the same size on sunday. Proof here.

Well, 34 minutes left on here, i need to switch my thoughts. Let’s see if i will find a nice song of the day. This one is slow and maybe would give some inspiration for my little piano player of sister. Quite the old 18s and get modern. hiihihi