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Thursday

recent weeks has gone so fast that I did not realize how they have been, it is all just a blur of panic working with exam stress dreams, work and the occasional party / city tour. I have generally had both the school and some in the evening every day in two-three weeks and is getting very ready for the holiday (eight days). Anyway, graduation is like saying delivered, it was ultra fantastic, and since then I've read from that book I started with two (!) Months ago, which I completely forgot, among piles of curriculum, in addition to a book, and half the V for Vendetta.

Today began with a public card game that did not go up at all, so I got up an hour earlier than usual and got a ride with mom, an hour earlier than I usually go. I was on Birkelunden at seven, were deliberately over the first two trams to kill time, buying lunch at Oslo's, took the tram that uses the longest time to Majorstua, and was still school forty minutes before class began, cheers for that. The alternative was to cross my fingers that the bus came to court when it should, but considering that I already have a maximum absence of the subject we had today, it was a bit out of the question. There had been little more than a little bitter to not take the exam because the routes have driti the leg.

But, well, now I'm really tired, I've dressed me so much I dare to decorate me before work and after work is the Christmas party with the class. I have a bottle of wine and loss of sleep, and comes on the Christmas table five hours after the other because I will be working. I reckon that this might mean that I drink like I in a hurry (there, I have, after all), and that I probably end up saying "Yeees, fight like!" when someone asks if I'll be out, also I have to take a taxi home alone.

I see that this is not going anywhere, I'm just over tired and have about equal capacity to hold on to a thought that a five years old with ADHD and seven large slush innabords. Good night, and cheers!