There are few things I dislike more than getting woken up in the morning. I'm really not fond of having someone calling me and then not being there when I'm nice enough to get out of bed and answer in English. Yes, I actually answered my phone in English. It was just a "hello", but still - it was the first thing that came to mind. I need to speak more Swedish, I think.
Yesterday morning I hurt my left hand. I was out in my kitchen and I think I was doing the dishes or something and putting stuff up in my kitchen cabinets. Just to try and get you the proper picture here - the cabinets in question are above my sink and the doors open upwards. They're quite high (for me at least) so I have to jump to "fasten" them. I guess I didn't do that properly yesterday so one of the doors just slammed right back down into my left hand. It has two small bruises now like vampire teeth sunk into it. And yes it hurts. If I press it... which I of course just did... I'm not stupid. Not really. I promise! I just had to check it.
If I put my alarm to "10:00am" why does it make a sound at "09:59am" then? Never get an LG-phone. Utter crap. Can't even take some tough love...
Is it sad that my biggest problem right now is what I'm going to wear today? Jeans, dress, short skirt, longer skirt, red, blue, green, orange? And which shoes? Flip-flops, slip-ins, sneakers? I guess not. I guess it's a good thing.
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