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It’s a strange sensation.

I went to my third basketball practice this semester. Today we were enough players to get two teams running, it looks better for his season that the last when we were 3 or 4 people at the first 5-6 practice sessions. I ran around in circles chasing the ball like I always and when I got home my balls hurt. Not a detail you really need, but if I’m found dead in my bed tomorrow morning, it could be a lead for the investigators trying to establish the cause of death. “He’s balls hurt after basketball practice yesterday.” “Oh, sounds like he came down with a serious case of somethingsomething.” All right, enough about that.

This semester I’m doing a project that, if everything goes according to plan, will take up about 75% of the total work this semester. I’ll be looking into P2P-technology and a few protocols, like the Jabber protocol. The plan is to sell the project to someone when it’s done and never work another day for the rest of my life. It’s a good plan.

Coldplay is releasing their second album today. Hallvard grabbed a leaked version from the Internet a couple of weeks ago, so I’ve been able to listen to it for a while. But even though I’ve got the pirated MP3-version, I’m heading down to the music store tomorrow to grab myself a copy. Unlike some other artists allowed to release albums these days, these hardworking guys really deserve the money.