Today, with the help of my brother, I bought the plane tickets from London to Marseille, so I can visit my friend Henrý when I go abroad next week. I had originally planned on taking the eurostar, and the TGV straight to Aix-en-Provence, however the eurostar site didn’t let me choose iceland as my originating country, so I couldn’t have the tickets sent to me.
This is the third time I attempt to describe recent events, here on my blog!
Yesterday, I first type everything in, then my hand regresses back to the same level of nerve-control as when I was 3, and closes the wrong tab. A few hours later, I muster up the strength to start writing again, and then my hand spasms when I’m moving the mouse to return to my blogging tab, and I accidentally click while on top of an image, and … drag it. For some reason this often crashes firefox on my computer, and it did this time as well.
Today, just like yesterday, I had a cheeseburger for breakfast. Some would say it’s unhealthy, I would say it’s a breakfast of champions. Meanwhile coworkers whine something like “Oooh, my tummy.. I must’ve eaten that yoghurt too fast..”, I munch down on a fat cheesey burger, and wash it down with liquid ambrosia (Pepsi Max).
Me = 
Coworker = 
I’ve finally mustered up the mental strength to write about last weekend, not that it was mentally straining or anything, I’m just a weak minded lamer. On friday I was invited to some party, but since it’s far away from Reykjavík centre, where I live and like to party, I passed in favor of a quiet evening at home — my brother had called, and he and a half danish cousin of ours, Bo, wanted to swing by and see my house.
This post contains some pics I snapped a couple of days ago of some cars which were “gathered at my house” .. and then there is one of my fridge (packed with skyr.is protein drinks), and one of me looking rather funny (I think).
I remember seeing a picture of Kurt Cobain, wearing a t-shirt which read “grunge is dead”. After last night’s concerts, I have to say… “grunge is grown”. Listening to Queens of the stone age, with the current sound setup, which was ridiculously raw and misbalanced (lots of bass, too little treble), I felt like I had been transported 15 years back in time, and was at a grunge concert.
Tonight I’m going to see Foo Fighters and Queens of the Stone Age, in the second concert night of a small music “festival” called “Reykjavík Rokkar”, or “Reykjavík Rocks”.
Right now I’m warming up by listening to Grohl and co’s latest album, In your honor. Also I’m getting aggravated that the cleaning people don’t change bags in my garbage can, and must have decided that my 1L water bottle was trash, strange that I would keep the one bottle on my desk for the last 7 months, and want it thrown away? Baaaaah.
I’m coming down with the flu, which is really annoying because it will put a hold to my exercising routine. I’m fighting this shit with everything I can imagine; ester-c, c-vitamin and echinacea “brustabletter”, garlic oil concentrate, olive leaf extract, sharkliver oil. And of course my usual cocktail of vitamins and supplements.
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