I have a bit of a problem. You see, at late evenings and nights I like to have crisp bread (knäckebröd) with butter and cheese and a glass of milk (fat milk - I don't do light-shit). So yesterday I stocked my supply with cheese and milk and figured that since the cheese I usually have (Mansion - Herrgård in Swedish) doesn't taste very much I'll go with Gouda this time. Bad idea. All food that enters my mouth needs a minimum of taste. Gouda doesn't have a minimum of taste. I wish I knew that before I bought a really big cheese!
The exam in labour rights went amazingly well. I wasn't expecting anything else of course, but after last year's disaster I try not to hope. It's just better to be safe than sorry, but it did feel really good. To make a good day even better me and the people I play my silly computergame with got the end-boss to 38,2%. Imagining it, if you will, like really punching your boss up good. Or that annoying middle manager. We got him aswell. More people should definitely play computergames - it helps with aggression, haha.
Is it sad that I had to google what Alexander Skarsgård's character, Erik, says in the first Trueblood-episode he's in? My mind was so set on English that I couldn't make it out - and I tried three times. After the googling it all made sense when I heard it again. My brain is weird.
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