Nothing’s like a flat tyre in the morning. Well, actually, it happened when I was on my way back home from work yesterday, but I just couldn’t bother to fix it myself last night. Partly because I realized I didn’t have the tools to do it, and partly because I’m tired of fixing flat tyres all the time. You people who break bottles in the street, you should all fall to the ground and die.

I want to go to Trondheim to see Klas, Hallvard, HΓ₯kon and Camilla and all other people I happen to know there, but the city is so damn small I’ll probably bump into the ex-girlfriend, and I’m not really sure if I’m ready for that just yet.

That’s about it for today. Not much, was it?