What difference a day make

Today has been a most ordinary summer day among others. I fumbled my way out of bed at astonoshing 6 am and directly steered towards the lower regions of the shieldish residence in order to absorb energy. Sat and enjoyed my lonely breakfast as well as all early morning impressions, such as noisy fourwheelmoped mounted paper deliverers, bird song and neat morning sun. Somewhere between the paperboy and my rush to the bus I realised how lovely and underestimated such mornings are, they might lift a complete day to a higher ground all solely.

I spent the major part of my ride into town sleeping using perras sleeping bag as a pillow. It was one of the most pleasant busrides ever and I also doscovered the full potential of sleeping bags; they're are the best GD multitool ever created ! It's like a 2 in 1 thing, both pillow, sheets and quilt cover all combined into a superb item! I love those people who really has achieved to make a working fusion between two good things, such as "doubledusch" (that also is an item situated close to my heart). My busride was nevertheless fine and I arrived at the driving school just in time before class. I might skip all ddd during my ride with Bror (my huge finnish co-driver who seldom reminds to use those small things that might conceal his masculine smell a bit, such as deo.) and summarise it with that Bror is a good fella with a pitch of snuff constantly deforming his upper lip, but he does inevitably make any vessel, that seems spacious, to shrink as he enters it. Quite nice fella though.

The remainder of the day was spent at different locations during different occasions. Though most time was spent at Tuve and Vh 7 (for thoose who know what I'm saying ;P) and of course at the beachhhh. It was nevertheless in Tuve that I reached the day's second conclusion: dear God, how boring it is with just three tv-channels!
Whereas the boy from Tuve took a power nap (or something, donno actually... he actually seemed quite dead or at least at the border line to coma) did I grasp the chance and enlightened myself in the bliss of cable-tv ! :D I spend several minutes following the fates of the poor bastards in "beverly hill", some other time cheering at Clark Kent and the other fellas in Smallville and finally rounded up with some neat oldstyle bloodfeast with Buffy & Co. Gosh, lucky me who don't posses parabole neither cable nor digital Tv.

Well that's pretty much all for today... or at least all I want / feel capable to share with others

ooh... I forgotten.. I must say that mr P's dog looks much more vital since they relieved him form approx five grand gram hair :) but I seriousely doubt that anyone really cares about my estetical excam of per's dog... but whatever

swim cool

rufs