One doesn't know why one does some things sometimes, but I do. I do things because I'm bored, and I do them regardless of them being better or worse - sometimes you win, sometimes you don't - right now... I just don't know. But they have thrift shops in this new town too, and then there is music and books.
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| view from my window on a rainy january eve, seeing the library and the boats crossing over to denmark |
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| my new bedlamp that's suppose to imitate the sunrise and set, waking me up slowly getting brighter or the other way around, playing music from my usb or, if i want, cows mooing in the meadow. EXCELLENT (said with a lisp, for reasons unknown..) |
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| Bought a nice purse and a necklace from Svensk Tenn at the thrift shop |
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| Found, to my joy, another book by the Kon Tiki-adventurer Thor Heyerdahl, about others of his adventures, and also a book of insects, maybe get some inspiration for next tattoo.. |
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| And then a orange rug (!?) pillow and another whisky glass to my collection. EXCELLENT |
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Listening to: Kate Bush - 50 Words for Snow
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