Laughter cramps and cramp writing
exam is delivered after a week of intense work, insomnia and tense shoulders. Thursday night I dreamed that I changed the line spacing in the Annexes to the task, but it would not be saved, and I was pretty happy when I finally woke up and realized that it was soon end the madness.
I could not help laughing on the way home from school, so most likely look like a retarded idiot, and when I hit Dessie talked as if I had drunk ten cups of coffee, because it was so good to finally talk about something completely different than how you refer to the source and the chapter that will be number four. Dessie bought me a beer, we drank and I giggled like a teen newlyweds, and afterwards we met Marthe and drank that she passed the exam, and once again that I have submitted mine. Top atmosphere, lots of laughter and just the right amount of beer, a pretty perfect evening and a pretty perfect night.
Tonight I dreamed of Roskilde, 2011, we were in bunk beds, it was sunny, we were the same camp as this year, had about the same neighbors, and I saw not a single word document. Today I do nothing, just because I can, and I promise that I will not write a bad word about school again. At least not until March once, when I tear my hair and is completely stuck in the bachelor's thesis and most of all like to jump out the window.
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