gotta hate monday

I'm supposed to do homework now, but it's so tremendously boring that it feels like my brain is slowly trying to kill itself just to avoid dealing with how a population of deer would develop trough some years. So instead I'm listening to patricia the stripper by the wombats. It's genius. I didn't mean to get involved, it was alcohol mixed with an empty feeling inside. It's such a bad idea - falling in love with the lady of the night.

Today I started looking forward to the winter. Kaisa and I took a late ride so it started getting chill outside and it felt lovely. I'll try to enjoy this winter more than the last, which means using my snowboard more than once, and get into some snow fights or whatever it's called.

I can't put out any pics from saturday yet since Marit has my camera at the moment, but it's no rush. I can imagine that most of the pics are.. horrid. I can elusively recall a photo containing a huge grin stuffed with mocca. Super. Who else than me might be the model in that case?

oh patricia, the stripper, you are my sunshine