mandag

Eg trudde eg skulle begynne på detnye året i dag, så eg stod opp og åt frukost og var igrunn ganske tidleg ute. Ca 24 tima for tidlig ute. Det var jo i morgon. Såklart. Men nu skal eg gå på tjopping, og har akkurat vaska heile sullamitten her. Mm, det lukter sitron!
Dagens sang: A place aside
Dagens klipp frå Mcsweeneys opne brev, her er eit av dei:

AN OPEN LETTER TO EVERYONE WHO, WHEN APPROACHING THE DOOR TO THE OFFICE SUITE WHERE I AM THE RECEPTIONIST, TURNS THE HANDLE DOWN, THEN PUSHES THE DOOR IN, THEREBY CAUSING A LOUD OBNOXIOUS BANGING SOUND, LOOKS UP AT ME WITH FEAR AND FRUSTRATION IN THEIR EYES, TURNS THE HANDLE UP TH8S TIME, BUT STILL PUSHES THE DOOR IN, CAUSING THAT SAME OBNOXIOUS BANGING SOUND, GIVING ME THE SAME TERRIFIED LOOK, THEN RINGS THE DOORBELL, WHICH IS EVEN LOUDER AND MORE PIERCING, THEN STANDS THERE, PETRIFIED, ANGRY AT MY INCOMPETENCE TO UNLOCK THE DOOR WITH THE REMOTE-CONTROL DEVICE.
To you people,

Pull.